February 02, 2005
Well, here I am folks, on 8 hours of sleep (for two nights) typing up a blog post to explain why I didn't respond to your emails at supersonic speed.
Becca, my youngest (she's 4 on Saturday) spent the night in the hospital last night and is spending tonight too. She had a bit of a cold (so I thought, this is SO much "same-shit-different-day" it's not even funny). I went to school and performed miserably on my first calculus test. I came home and the in-laws told me she had been coughing and looking at her, she was breathing fast and hard. Not good.
I know what you are saying, "Whoa, Amy, hey where is your husband?".
Funny you should ask.
He's in Amsterdam. Har har.
So I give her a nebulizer treatment of albuterol to make her more comfortable and whisk her to the emergency room. After a 1 hour continuous nebulizer (= 4 individual treatments) she still wasn't doing so hot, so they admitted her. To say she wasn't happy was an understatement.
After a restless night (she got 5 hours of sleep, I had 3, WOOT!) the doctor came in to check her out. To say she was underwhelmed with her progress would be putting it nicely. She ordered an x-ray and told us Becca will be spending another night in the pediatric unit. The x-ray shows possible bronchitus or asthma. Goody goody gumdrops!
About 10 am, Becca hits the ultimate meltdown. Lack of sleep + hard time breathing + strange surroundings + hopped up on albuterol and orapred = one mildly pissed off four year old .
She bitched about the Pulse/Oxygen lead on her finger, she bitched about being bored, hungry, bored, tired, bored, homesick, etc. etc. She let the entire pediatric unit that she wanted to GO HOME!
I calmed her down and lay in bed with her, trying to coax her into a nap. She told me "I just want to be lonely". I think my heart broke a little bit.
Then at 11:30 I got a call from my husband (in Amsterdam) regarding a message left on his work voice mail from Emily's school saying she had a slight fever and a tummyache. Could this week be any better?
So the reason I'm able to post this is that I finally came home (FIL is with the little miss) to de-skunkify after spending 12 hours in the hospital without a toothbrush. I did get mouthwash, but that could have been mislabled. I could have sworn it tasted like cinnamon flavored Lysol.
So I'm hitting the showers, taking my meds, packing clothes for the girlie and go back to the hospital (with, perhaps, a slight detour through one Starbucks drive-thru).
Please handle me with kid gloves this week, I'm feeling a bit brittle.
Oh, and Broad, I'm still up to lunch on Friday, but at this rate, I'm not sure if I will be little more than a slack-jawed drooling throwback. We may have to re-schedule, I'll keep you posted.
Becca, my youngest (she's 4 on Saturday) spent the night in the hospital last night and is spending tonight too. She had a bit of a cold (so I thought, this is SO much "same-shit-different-day" it's not even funny). I went to school and performed miserably on my first calculus test. I came home and the in-laws told me she had been coughing and looking at her, she was breathing fast and hard. Not good.
I know what you are saying, "Whoa, Amy, hey where is your husband?".
Funny you should ask.
He's in Amsterdam. Har har.
So I give her a nebulizer treatment of albuterol to make her more comfortable and whisk her to the emergency room. After a 1 hour continuous nebulizer (= 4 individual treatments) she still wasn't doing so hot, so they admitted her. To say she wasn't happy was an understatement.
After a restless night (she got 5 hours of sleep, I had 3, WOOT!) the doctor came in to check her out. To say she was underwhelmed with her progress would be putting it nicely. She ordered an x-ray and told us Becca will be spending another night in the pediatric unit. The x-ray shows possible bronchitus or asthma. Goody goody gumdrops!
About 10 am, Becca hits the ultimate meltdown. Lack of sleep + hard time breathing + strange surroundings + hopped up on albuterol and orapred = one mildly pissed off four year old .
She bitched about the Pulse/Oxygen lead on her finger, she bitched about being bored, hungry, bored, tired, bored, homesick, etc. etc. She let the entire pediatric unit that she wanted to GO HOME!
I calmed her down and lay in bed with her, trying to coax her into a nap. She told me "I just want to be lonely". I think my heart broke a little bit.
Then at 11:30 I got a call from my husband (in Amsterdam) regarding a message left on his work voice mail from Emily's school saying she had a slight fever and a tummyache. Could this week be any better?
So the reason I'm able to post this is that I finally came home (FIL is with the little miss) to de-skunkify after spending 12 hours in the hospital without a toothbrush. I did get mouthwash, but that could have been mislabled. I could have sworn it tasted like cinnamon flavored Lysol.
So I'm hitting the showers, taking my meds, packing clothes for the girlie and go back to the hospital (with, perhaps, a slight detour through one Starbucks drive-thru).
Please handle me with kid gloves this week, I'm feeling a bit brittle.
Oh, and Broad, I'm still up to lunch on Friday, but at this rate, I'm not sure if I will be little more than a slack-jawed drooling throwback. We may have to re-schedule, I'll keep you posted.