The tabs they sent him home with on his face to keep the tubes in place are probably manufactured by terrorists. They were practically fused into his skin. I tried baby oil and alcohol wipes to no avail. I finally just decided to peel them off as quickly as I could. With the first one, he cried out in absolute horror and pain.. And with the second he let out this cry of disbelief as if to say "mom are you SERIOUSLY trying to hurt me?!"
We haven't used those tabs since. His poor face was so irritated, I couldn't bare the thought of doing that to him again. We have been using this white flexible foam tape they gave us to hold the probes on his feet while checking O2 sats. I cut it into little strips and we let them pretty much fall off before we replace them.
The tubing still seems to slip out of his nose no matter how well we tape it. I'm constantly shoving it back up his nostrils and I can't imagine how irritated the inside of his nose must be! And at night while he sleeps? Forget it. I swear he purposefully rubs his face to pull it out. I've even caught him chewing on it. Gross.
Dr. Ronai assured us that after surgery, this will all be a distant memory and he won't need the oxygen any more.
I can't tell you how much I look forward to having the Glenn and these O2 tubes behind us.
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