Tuesday, January 11, 2011


 Yup, we wound up at Hasbro Children's Hospital.  I knew we were in trouble when Sophie woke up last Wednesday morning.  She was breathing rapidly and after two breathing treatments not much had changed.  So, I packed a bag and off we went.  I still thought that I was probably overreacting and that we'd only be there for a short time.  How wrong I was.

We did not have to wait too long before Sophie was taken back into an exam room.  She was hooked up to a machine to monitor her oxygen level-between 90-93%-and was administered breathing treatments every 30 minutes.  I'm not sure if you've ever attempted to contain a 2-year old on a gurney before but it's not easy.  And it's especially hard when the albuterol kicks in and she starts bouncing off the walls.  It's a little like trying to catch a greased pig! 

After about the fourth unsuccessful treatment, the doctor ordered a chest x-ray that indicated pneumonia.  We would be admitted. 

As you all know, I do not like hospitals and hate when my children have to be in them.  It's excruciating to watch nurses shove tubes down your child's nostrils as she screams, put breathing masks over her face, and the numbers on the machine go up and down like a yo-yo all night.  We heard words like "intensive care" and "chronic lung disease."  All of this is so scary and a sad reminder of what this poor baby has already been through in her short life.  But with the help from some friends and family we got through it and Sophie came home on Sunday.  Just in time for mommy to get sick...

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