Last night, the girl just wanted to go home. She sat in our room and just waved to herself and continued to say "bye bye" for at least an hour. We had a couple of visitors, and when they left, she would crawl to the door and bang on it and just cry "bye bye bye bye". It was a cry for help and it was almost like she was saying, "TAKE ME WITH YOU!!" That actually sounds really sad but at the time it was pretty cute.
My other favorite story was from today. She was feeling much better and we had gotten rid of all of the tubes. We had been watching Yo Gabba Gabba on TV and a friend came into visit. As soon as he walked through the doors, she started working it! She was throwing herself back on the bed and just moaning and putting her hands on her head like, "poor me, I'm so sick!" She had totally figured it out! As soon as he left, she took her cup, stopped putting on the works, and just continued to watch TV! When the nurse came it, she turned it back on again. She just threw herself down on me and started moaning, ooing, and awing again.
So for those of you who don't know the story, here is what happened...
Monday was great. At about 3:00 on Tuesday morning, it all started and it was down hill from there. We ended up in the emergency room and then they admitted her to the pediatric ward. She came down with cough on Sunday and Monday. Then early Tuesday morning, she woke up crying and was breathing really hard and fast and was so congested. We were trying to make it until the doctor's office opens, but by 6:00, 3 hours later, she was grunting and could hardly breath. It came on so fast. We rushed to the emergency room and she was immediately started on breathing treatments. She worsened after the breathing treatments and started to turn colors from lack of oxygen. Her breathing tubes were closing. So they had to put an oxygen tube on her and give her oxygen. That may have been the scariest moment ever! After we were admitted in our fancy room (if any of you have been through pediatrics at Presby Plano you'll know what I'm talking about) which was way more comfortable than the yucky emergency room. But things got worse before they got better. To top it off, Mike and I ended up really sick as well! She stayed on oxygen, an IV, and a monitor for vital signs which was another trip. The first day, all she cared to do was lay down. But the second day, she would go through about 10 minute spurts where she would want to move and play. So, you can imagine trying to corral an 11 month old with tubes coming out of everywhere! Long story short, we ended up staying 3 days and 2 nights. She was able to stay off of the oxygen for the most part last night so they let us go home. She was one sick baby, and still is, but we can at least take care of her at home.