Jessica and I were helping her sister move this weekend, so my aunt took Namine to basketball camp.
Things often don’t go as planned. This weekend was one of those things.
Nearly a year after completing the Fontan, Namine’s doctor cut back her medication as a response to her healthy heart.
We took Namine to the pediatrician. Yes, again. She still has a nasty-sounding cough — even after being on steroids to help with inflammation, antibiotic, increased inhalers, and a nebulizer — and the persistent bugger shows no sign of letting up.
Despite all the fun we had over the weekend with Namine’s first dance recital, we had a scare on Friday. We had just gotten home from the dress rehearsal, and Namine wasn’t feeling well. So we took her pulseox, expecting her O2 to be in the low 80s; we were certainly not prepared for what it was.
This morning we took Namine to see her cardiologist. This was to see when she should have her heart cath, and to look to the future: the Fontan.