Finally! We are home from MUSC. Praise God, Zach's cath went well. The doctor said he is ready for the Fontan sometime in the next few months, whenever we want to schedule it. She is putting in the request and we will be getting a call to set everything up. We have to look at our schedules and check with our friends who graciously loan us the use of their condo, which is about 10 minutes away from the hospital.
The cath took at little longer than expected because they had to take care of a long corollary artery. It stretches from his shoulder to the bottom of his lung and was preventing the upper area around his Glenn from adequately profusing. I really didn't understand until after the fact how this works. They had to put in 28 coils! I thought they would put in one coil and it would block off the artery. Apparently, they put the coils end to end until they fill up the artery. Amazing!
We had to be at the hospital at 6:15am to register and then were upstairs at 6:30 for prep. Let me say that the team that took care of us was wonderful! Nonetheless, by about 7:15, Zach was starting to ask for a "nack" (snack). He was hollering across the room to the nurses, "Heeeeeyyyy! I wanna 'nack!" When they didn't respond, he said "Mommy, she can't hear me. What 'da matter?" He would ask every new nurse or doctor or anethesiologist that came by to talk to us for a 'nack. This one nurse, Jerrard, was so good with Zach and brought him a bunch of those fake tattoos and let Zach pick out 3 or 4 of them. I thought they were for him to take home, but turns out, they put them on Zach while he was asleep for the cath, so Zach would be surprised to find them on his arms, tops of his feet, and one right over his heart zipper! I'll try to get a picture of this one later.