Avella vs. RSV

I really didn't think that two years later I would be using the blog to update about Avella again, but here we are...

She got sick Sunday, went to the doctor on Tuesday, and got admitted the hospital on Wednesday. I knew something wasn't right on Wednesday - she was lethargic and acting differently than when she had RSV last year. I took her to the hospital to get suctioned  and found out her oxygen was low.  The suctioning helped  enough. I checked her oxygen at 10 that night and it was 85. Not good. Back to the hospital we went. This time the suctioning didn't help. 

She was admitted, and we found out she also had an ear infection (which wasn't there the day before).  It was a sleepless sad night for Avella, being uncomfortable and in a new place. 

I have to say that this time seems so much easier and so different. I realized it is easier because I feel (and am) more in control of the situation. I can hold, feed, bathe, dress & comfort my baby whenever I want. I can stay in the room with her 24/7. I can use whatever diaper rash cream I want to (yes, seriously). I can also tell the nurses when she will eat and nap. It's definitely less stressful this way. 

The weird thing is even though it feels different it still feels familiar - being aware of where every cord and tube is whenever I hold her, saving every diaper to be weighed, making sure I order the meals in time, the nurses checking her every few hours.  They all sound silly, but it feels like I'm stepping back into this mini life we had two years ago. In a way it's easier knowing what expect. 

Enough rambling, back to Avella...

They keep trying to take her off of oxygen.  Sometimes her lungs cooperate.  She only needs it when she sleeps now.  When she naps she can go about an hour without.  Then all of the gunk in her chest settles and she needs it again. The good news is she acting like herself again. It makes it hard to entertain her in a tiny room, but we don't mind. 

I am hopeful that we can go home tomorrow (maybe on oxygen?). I'm grateful for all of the prayers that have been sent our way; they make all the difference. I'm sorry there are no pictures (Dad & Mom).  I'm typing this on my Kindle and all of my

photos are on my phone. 

Love to all of you,

Ella