Hospital(ity).
[x] I had a long, drawn out post about school and life and love and all
that, but here's the quick update: Sunshine is in the hospital.
This.really.sucks.
I don't have much time, so here's the short version:
On Saturday, she was coughing a lot. Now, listen. She has a big cough and that's a Very Good Thing (avoiding aspiration pneumonia and all that). So that said, she coughs the good cough several times a day. Saturday was just...different. She had a fever, and the pediatrician on call said to give her Ibp. Great, grand, wonderful. Fever went down, she continued napping. I spoke with K. on and off throughout the day, but otherwise felt good about, well, everything. Toward the evening, it just changed entirely. I was suctioning her constantly and she was coughing to the point where a fit would leave her panting. She was cool to the touch, though, and acting like her sweet, usual self, so that consoled me a bit. But call it a hunch, call it mother's intuition, all of a sudden, I looked at her and thought she has to go the hospital, and it's not going to be a quick visit. At that point, I needed to get K. on his way home, and pronto. He was on the engine, doing the block party circuit, and otherwise unreachable. Thankfully, one of my favorite-ever people (The Firefighter...of The Firefighter and The Pirate, as referenced previously :) was able to get in touch with another station and get a message across the air to K. K. came home in a hurry, thanks in part to everyone he was working with and, of course, The Firefighter. I got Sunshine ready to go, and K. decided he would take her himself.
Oh, yeah. Did I mention I have pink eye in both eyes as well as a cold/cough/sinus infection thing?
Realizing that a children's hospital would probably not welcome ol' double pink eye here, K. departed with our Sunshine. For the sake of time (long story short), she was admitted. It's not Monday afternoon and she might come home. Eventually. Today? Tomorrow? In a few days? I don't really know. She's doing better, though, and is set to make a full recovery, but a medically fragile child with a serious respiratory issue? Yeah, we kinda figured she'd be "on the bench" for awhile. Poor baby. I just want her HOME. I am having a very hard time with her constant absence from this house. This isn't how it's supposed to be, you know? I just want her healthy, and I just want her to come home.
Anyway, I still feel like dirt. I am hoping to make it to the doctor this week because I am probably toxifying all of my organs with Tylenol and DayQuil just to keep myself barely functioning. Not even kidding. It's a constant cycle of OTC drugs up in here. And TONS of Lysol. I want my baby girl to come back to as much of a germ-free house as possible.
My main focus right now is keeping the other kids calm and collected (and for heaven's sake, HEALTHY) and getting my Sunshine back home, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't freaking out over the fact that K. used over 24 hours of sick time he doesn't have. The thought of the next check--deduction included--is giving me heart palpitations. Not even kidding there, either. But that's a worry on the back burner right now.
Thank you to everyone for the barrage of emails, text messages, calls, facebook messages, tweets, offers of assistance in any number of forms, and the like. They say you know your true friends when shit is bananas and I don't doubt that in the least. I am floored by all those who stepped up. You know who you all are, and I love you all very, very, VERY much.
Gotta run. Will update again in a few days, hopefully with Sunshine home. If you're the praying type, please kick one in her direction? If you're not, good thoughts would be very much appreciated. Thanks. <3
This.really.sucks.
I don't have much time, so here's the short version:
On Saturday, she was coughing a lot. Now, listen. She has a big cough and that's a Very Good Thing (avoiding aspiration pneumonia and all that). So that said, she coughs the good cough several times a day. Saturday was just...different. She had a fever, and the pediatrician on call said to give her Ibp. Great, grand, wonderful. Fever went down, she continued napping. I spoke with K. on and off throughout the day, but otherwise felt good about, well, everything. Toward the evening, it just changed entirely. I was suctioning her constantly and she was coughing to the point where a fit would leave her panting. She was cool to the touch, though, and acting like her sweet, usual self, so that consoled me a bit. But call it a hunch, call it mother's intuition, all of a sudden, I looked at her and thought she has to go the hospital, and it's not going to be a quick visit. At that point, I needed to get K. on his way home, and pronto. He was on the engine, doing the block party circuit, and otherwise unreachable. Thankfully, one of my favorite-ever people (The Firefighter...of The Firefighter and The Pirate, as referenced previously :) was able to get in touch with another station and get a message across the air to K. K. came home in a hurry, thanks in part to everyone he was working with and, of course, The Firefighter. I got Sunshine ready to go, and K. decided he would take her himself.
Oh, yeah. Did I mention I have pink eye in both eyes as well as a cold/cough/sinus infection thing?
Realizing that a children's hospital would probably not welcome ol' double pink eye here, K. departed with our Sunshine. For the sake of time (long story short), she was admitted. It's not Monday afternoon and she might come home. Eventually. Today? Tomorrow? In a few days? I don't really know. She's doing better, though, and is set to make a full recovery, but a medically fragile child with a serious respiratory issue? Yeah, we kinda figured she'd be "on the bench" for awhile. Poor baby. I just want her HOME. I am having a very hard time with her constant absence from this house. This isn't how it's supposed to be, you know? I just want her healthy, and I just want her to come home.
Anyway, I still feel like dirt. I am hoping to make it to the doctor this week because I am probably toxifying all of my organs with Tylenol and DayQuil just to keep myself barely functioning. Not even kidding. It's a constant cycle of OTC drugs up in here. And TONS of Lysol. I want my baby girl to come back to as much of a germ-free house as possible.
My main focus right now is keeping the other kids calm and collected (and for heaven's sake, HEALTHY) and getting my Sunshine back home, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't freaking out over the fact that K. used over 24 hours of sick time he doesn't have. The thought of the next check--deduction included--is giving me heart palpitations. Not even kidding there, either. But that's a worry on the back burner right now.
Thank you to everyone for the barrage of emails, text messages, calls, facebook messages, tweets, offers of assistance in any number of forms, and the like. They say you know your true friends when shit is bananas and I don't doubt that in the least. I am floored by all those who stepped up. You know who you all are, and I love you all very, very, VERY much.
Gotta run. Will update again in a few days, hopefully with Sunshine home. If you're the praying type, please kick one in her direction? If you're not, good thoughts would be very much appreciated. Thanks. <3
Posted by courtney at 9/12/2011 1:46 PM 
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