CHAPTER 59
“I’m sorry, Mom. This will all be done in another few seconds.”
The flight nurse from Seattle is here, and he’s apologizing because he has to dig around with the needle before he can get my daughter’s veins to cooperate. Natalie doesn’t need any IV meds right now. They just want to have the port ready in case she needs treatment on the way to Seattle.
Everything’s gone smoothly so far. Natalie’s oxygen levels are hovering in the low nineties, with an occasional bounce to 88 or 89. Dr. Bell put her on one of those nebulizer machines earlier. Reminded me of that foster brother I used to tease so mercilessly for his asthma. I’m surprised I still remember Eliot Jamison. Wish I could look him up. Maybe it’d be good karma if I apologized to him.
Natalie looks ok to me, not blue or
