Sunday morning we went ahead and went to urgent care they sent us over to St. Francis Children's Hospital. The poor girl couldn't keep up her Oxygen Sats. She would barely even open her eyes. She was so miserable. She had RSV and Pneumonia.
This picture is from the second day, Monday, after she actually started sitting up a little. She got to the point where she would start freaking out if anyone came in the room in scrubs. She was tired of them messing with her!
She was on an IV and oxygen. She also had an oxygen sats monitor taped onto her foot. She had so many wires, it was hard to move her. The phone was on the other side of the room, and her cords wouldn't reach that far. So when the phone would ring, I'd have to put her down, pick up the phone, walk back over and pick her up and then reverse when it was time to hang up. Ha! Not so user friendly!
The respiratory therapists came in every four hours the entire time she was there to do breathing treatments and beat her senseless with a rubber thing. Well, not really senseless, and she really didn't seem to mind, but my goodness, were they beating on that poor girls back and chest!
By the third day, she was feeling a lot better. I almost had my girl back! She was fussing to get out of the crib and wanted to get down on the floor and crawl around.
They let us go on Tuesday night, which was actually Bethany's birthday.
No. Never a dull moment.