After about 15 minutes, Miguel’s father is dropped off in Cerro de Oro, the village where they live, to tell relatives what is happening and to get money to help pay for their expenses in Solola. The hospital in Solola is a public hospital so the care is free, but there are costs for the parents to eat, etc.
Every jolt and bump seems to tug on the endotracheal tube and Brent and Diego look at one another hoping not to have to re-intubate on the way, but each tug confirms the nurse’s taping job was excellent. Brent is providing Miguel’s respirations methodically reciting “squeeze, rest, rest, squeeze, rest, rest...” trying to maintain 20 - 30 breaths a minute and watching Miguel and the pulse oximeter. The pulse oximeter has been going down 99, 95, 90, 88. Brent notices the bagging becoming more difficult and gives a dose of albuterol (a medicine that helps to open up the lungs) via the endotracheal tube. This appears to help as the oxygen monitor increases to 97 again. The bomberos note another one to one and a half hours to go.
Diego observes Brent looking queazy and offers to take over the ventilations. There are so many 180 degree turns on the road that you begin to wonder if you are really going forward and not just going in circles. Brent is reminded of a similar curvy road growing up, the Green Springs, and the many times his father pulled over for him!
Miguel did well during his hospital stay there, was extubated (endotracheal tube removed) after three days, and after 8 more days in the hospital he returned home.
Thinking now of our time with Miguel and the people he brought together from different parts of the world, working together for a common good, his name seems fitting -- one who resembles God.
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