This morning, Theo’s numbers confirmed what his mom had feared most—his CO₂ levels were high again. 😔 After months of improvement, the fight for his breath was far from over. His ventilator support needed to be increased back to the level it had been at before his surgery, but this time, his mom wasn’t afraid. 💪
Theo was awake. He was breathing with the ventilator, not against it. For the first time, he was taking control of his own breath, even with the support. 🌟Just yesterday, however, it had been a different story. His airway had collapsed, and every breath was a struggle. The doctors confirmed the worst fear his mom had been dreading: tracheomalacia. Theo’s airway was too soft, collapsing just above his lungs, making it incredibly difficult for him to breathe. 😢Because Theo was still too small, the doctors couldn’t use a custom trach, and so the pressure on his ventilator had to be increased to help him take in the air. 🌬️ Despite the additional support, his tiny body worked harder than ever, each breath a fight. His mom watched as his chest rose and fell with every effort, her heart aching for the battle he was facing. 😓But she refused to give up, and neither did Theo. She leaned in close, whispering softly, “Take as long as you need, my love.” 💖 It wasn’t just about getting him home—it was about making sure he was ready. She knew that rushing the process wouldn’t help; Theo’s journey was about growing stronger each day, no matter how difficult it became. 🏡💪
Theo’s story isn’t just about surviving; it’s about resilience, growth, and strength. Every small step forward is a testament to his fight and the unwavering love of his mother, who refuses to let the struggles define him. 🌱🙏 Each day, Theo gets a little stronger, a little closer to being the healthy, happy child he’s destined to be.