It's almost a joke at our house now .... as soon as Jeremey leaves, tragedy strikes. I'm not kidding. Generally in the form of illness or various other physical ailments (last April while he was gone, Abbie and I both had surgery. Within 6 days of each other.) Anyway, last month's FTX was no exception .... Sunday evening, Abbie started coughing. By 3:00 a.m., I was giving her inhaler treatments, the steroids from last year's croup, and trying to decide whether or not I could hold out for the instacare to open or if I should go the ER. She fell asleep and her breathing evened out, so I opted to wait. At 7:30 I had them in the car and on our way to the instacare (well, out here it's called PatientFirst). Anyway, on the way over she started hacking again. When we got there, they immediately put her on oxygen, and she improved. They took her off, and she dropped. Over and over and over. So they sent me to the hospital ... but the children's hospital is 45 minutes away, so I could either sign a release saying if something happened I wouldn't sue them, or I could send her via ambulance. That kind of freaked me out, so I decided to take the safe route. So Abbie took her first ambulance ride. And mommy and Annie followed behind.
We sat in the ER for 3 hours before they decided to admit her. Then we waited another 2 hours for a bed.
Annie was such a trooper, but she was bored out of her mind. They were in PJ's, I didn't bring any treats or activities (I really wasn't expecting the trip to the Dr. to turn into 3 days in the hospital).
We finally got admitted and discovered that the children's wing is much more cool than the ER. Abbie absolutely loved all the attention. She got a stuffed frog, she loved the food, and she kept asking us to leave and let her be there alone. The steroids made her so mean. I cannot emphasize this enough. The doctors said this was a normal reaction, but I was absolutely amazed. I mean she was mean. At one point, in the middle of the night, her oxygen levels dropped super fast (they were trying to see how long she could hold without it to see if we could go home the next day), so I called the nurse. They came in and attempted to put the oxygen tube up her nose. She woke up, turned to the nurse, and said 'get your stinking finger out of my nose. I won't ask you again. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry ... I apologized up and down, but they assured me they were used to it.
She was there from Monday morning - Wednesday evening. I got a hold of Jeremey and he wrangled a ride into town and showed up Monday night. He ran home, packed us a bag, and came and got Annie. He took her to a hotel for a night, and then brought her back the next morning because he had to report back. So Annie stayed with me at the hospital on Tuesday night. Which meant mommy slept in the chair :)
Abbie loved (loved) the hospital food. Weirdo. Mommy loved that their was a Blimpie's in the hospital.
Abbie finally got to go to the playroom on the last day ... it was good for her to finally get some energy out :) I was grateful when that medicine was out of her system and my little girl was back!
When Jeremey deploys, I'm going with him. I don't know if I can handle an extended version of the 'drill curse'. Heehee :)
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