Rosie is home

Many of you know that our plans for the past week went way off track when a cough that the kids were passing around became much more serious for Rosie.  When she stopped nursing, I knew it was time to take her to the doctor.  (Rosie loves her some milk).  I took her in and she was laboring to breathe and wheezing.  RSV.  Well Crap.  They sent us straight to the hospital and checked her in for breathing treatments, re-hydration and put her on oxygen.  Well, that was Thursday.

I'm happy to report that we've come a long way since then.  It's Saturday afternoon and we're home.  Rosie is asleep in her own bed and no one is coming in to poke her, check her IV, empty the trash can, ask if she's pooped.... you get the picture.  Let's hope it's a nice long rest.  (Mommy and Daddy need it too)

Well you know that once she was feeling better, I had Dave bring me my camera.  Of course one doesn't think of taking pictures while one's child is suffering, but once she was herself again, it was a nice distraction from the unpleasantness of the hospital.  She's quite a ham.

What is this thing?  Did I mention that Rosie is on a nursing strike.  She has not nursed (or taken any liquid by mouth) for 3 and a half days.  We are currently trying anything to get her to drink.  Bottles, cups, straws.  No luck yet.  Maybe now that the IV is out she'll get thirsty.  I'm trying not to stress.  Have y'all met me?  Yeah.  Maybe I should start drinking.

Oh, a camera, I'll take that instead.

Short on toys... have a breast pump.

Get me out of here already!

Thanks so much for all of your prayers and support this week.  Don't know what we would have done without our wonderful friends and family.  I'll keep you posted on her progress, but for now she's just happy to be home with her toys, the bunnies, and her brother and sister to make her laugh.