For the past month we've been living the dream here. The dream where pulmonary hypertension is ancient history and where bedtimes are not worked around medication schedules.
Today was a really big day and it totally snuck up on me. I wasn't really ready to take Ralph back to the cardiologist. Good thing he didn't particularly care.
He had a great time playing in the waiting room.
Then my camera ran out of batteries. :)
Then my heart got broken. Again.
Weaning Ralphie off his medication was a trial. I had a feeling that it was too good to be true. And though I have no expertise, and though I was very busy trying to keep Ralphie still, I know what to look for on the echo cardiogram screen. The trial is over. Ralph's pressures are up. The dream is deferred...for awhile anyway.