My Valentines Date

Two Fridays ago I had just been telling my sister how excited I was because it would be Josh's first weekend he didn't have to work since before I went to California.  I was looking forward to relaxing at home with the fam all together and had a few fun things in mind for Valentines Day.  Aaron had had a cold for a couple days but I didn't think much of it and he actually slept pretty well the night before.  But Friday night he really started going downhill- he was really congested and coughing and was working really hard to breathe.  We thought he would get a little better in the morning and tried a few things, but he was starting to sound wheezy and we talked to our doctor and decided to take him into the ER, and they admitted him for bronchiolitis.  He tested negative for RSV but all the doctors and nurses said he acted like a baby that had it and they treated it the way they would if he had it.  He needed quite a bit of oxygen to keep his saturation levels up, and they gave him steroids and breathing treatments and constantly monitored him.      

It was sad to see him so sick, but he was really in pretty good spirits considering, and it was kind of nice to be able to focus all my attention on him and spend some good time cuddling and loving on him, and the free meals for nursing moms helped.  Logistically it was difficult because of the 3 other kids at home.  It was a good thing that Josh had the weekend off, and his mom came to help out with the kids and stayed home with the girls on Monday, and Josh was able to use sick days for Tuesday and Wednesday.  Yep, we were in the hospital for 4 days!  Yikes!

There were lots of volunteers and people that came around with things like stuffed animals and books.  He was just starting to get interested in those things so that was fun to see, but I chuckled when they would bring my meal to the room and it would have a little coloring book with it.

Getting off oxygen while he was asleep was the last hurdle we needed to jump before he could come home.  I would sit and watch his oxygen levels drop the minute he fell asleep and think "no!! we have to go home, Josh has no more days he can take off!!"

But we made it home, and are so glad the little man is doing much better.