Rough week. Last Sunday, Shaylee came down with a cough and cold, undoubtably caught from Ben, who caught it from me, who caught it from Bryn. Since this was Baby's First Illness, I decided to be a paranoid mommy and take her to the doctor on Monday morning. After sitting in the waiting room for over an hour, accompanied by the sound of two crying daughters, we spent approximately two minutes with the doctor, who said that Shay was fine but that we should keep an eye on it in case she got worse. And got worse she did. Her cough got deeper and juicier every day, and by Thursday, she wanted nothing except to sleep. As she slept, her breathing took on an alarming wheezing quality, so as soon as she woke up, I threw the girls in the car and headed back over to the doctor's office. After listening to her lungs, he regretfully informed me that he was afraid Shay's illness might be going into pneumonia, and we should go directly to the St. Vincent pediatric ER to get her a breathing treatment.
This, of course, was not good news. I headed directly for the hospital, and Ben met us there with some dinner. Luckily, Shay was in good spirits, so it was not as bad as it could have been. Bryn was a little angel, playing and looking at books while we took care of the baby. Eventually, Ben had to leave to bring Bryn home and put her to bed. Probably due to the vast amount of goldfish crackers we had given her to keep her in a good mood, Bryn got motion sickness and threw up in the car, so Ben had some mess of his own to deal with while I stayed at the ER with Shay. The doctor gave her an RSV test, which invovled threading a tube up her nose. Then I had to help hold her still while she got two chest x-rays. After this, I had to hold her while she got a breathing treatment, which was basically me trying to keep a mask positioned over her mouth and nose as it emitted medicated steam. After another hour, we got back the test results, and sure enough, she had RSV, so she was admitted to the hospital.
The children's portion of St. Vincent's has recently been renamed the "Peyton Manning Children's Hospital." Now I realize there has been a lot of hype about the Mannings lately, particularly here in Indianapolis, especially with brother Eli's performance in the Super Bowl. But let it be said, I would love the Mannings after this hospital visit even if they weren't famous football players. Okay, so probably the Mannings don't actually have anything to do with the quality of care we received at the hospital, but it was a very good experience, at least as good as it can be when a 2-month-old is hospitalized. The nurses were absolutely fantastic and took such good care of us. It also helped that all the nurses kept raving over what a well-behaved, gorgeous baby Shay is. :)
Shay conked out pretty soon after being checked into her room, which certainly made sense, considering that it was nearly midnight by then. The nice nurses hooked her up to all kinds of monitors and sensors and took her vitals about a million times throughout the course of the night. She had another breathing treatment around 12:30, and then I was able to stretch out on the couch and attempt to get some sleep. Along about 2:00, the monitors went crazy, and I ended up having to hold Shay down while the nurse threaded some tubes up her nose to hook her up to oxygen (the stickers you see on her face in this picture are what held the tubes in place). We did another breathing treatment at around 4:30, and she slept through the whole thing. Around 6:00, the monitors went crazy again, this time due to a low heart rate. I spent the rest of the "night" bent over her bed, paranoid that she was going to flatline or something, until the nurse explained to me that heart rates often go down when people are very deeply asleep. The monitor kept beeping about every 60 seconds, so there was no way that I could fall back asleep, even though Shay was still out cold.
She had another breathing treatment around 8:30, and then the rest of the day involved waiting around to see if she was improving. Cathy brought Bryn down to visit a little after noon, and while they were there, we got an exciting visit from the Pacers! Our nice nurse told us that it was apparently the one day that the Pacers go around to visit the sick kids (and take promotional video footage). Shay was hooked up to so many monitors that she didn't get to go in the hall to meet them, but I was able to take Bryn to the door to see them. She told them "thank you" for her box of "kie-coos" (which would be her cute way of saying cookies; she just switches the syllables) and then waved and said "bye-bye" to the cameraman. So if you see our daughter on TV with a tall guy and a cheerleader, that's why. :)
Cathy then took Bryn home, and I settled in for the afternoon. We were finally released around 4:30. Since then, Shay has just been sleeping a lot and drinking a ridiculous amount of formula, which seems to make her feel better. The doctors warned us that her cough is likely to persist for another 2 weeks, but that she's out of the woods. She is, indeed, still coughing, but it doesn't sound nearly as bad as before. They assure us that she can no longer infect others, but we're taking it easy just in case. We're hoping for a better week this week!