After x-rays and a nebulizer they sent me packing as fast as I could go - to the EMERGENCY ROOM! I was kinda freaked out by the intensity of the clinic doctor. I think she thought I’m a bad mom and was trying to freak me out. I started praying the minute I hopped in the truck.
I started singing the song “My God will supply all my needs according to his riches and glory in Christ Jesus,” which is actually Philippians 4:19.
We made it to the hospital with minimal speeding, except my heart was going about a million miles an hour. When we arrived they were expecting us and immediately rushed us to a room. All the sudden 3 doctors and 2 nurses rushed in and started poking, prodding, peering, listening and more to my baby girl. It was around shift change time so every 2 minutes someone new was walking in the door to look at my baby. We both shed a few tears to say the least. Thankfully she was a champ and endured it pretty well, better than I would have if I were in her position.
Laying in bed, hooked up to machines
After blood work and x-rays (they put her in this contraption which looked something similar to mid-evil torture chamber) they told me our baby girl has pneumonia and we were being admitted to the hospital!!! I started crying then...That morning I read in the paper Cameron Diaz's dad just died of pneumonia and he was 58, not a mere 6 months old...
Boy did I start praying even harder...
Prayer is a powerful thing
Hannah has drastically improved and is back to her smiley self, as long as the nurses and doctors quit poking and prodding at her. It seemed like every time she finally fell asleep someone would come in and wake her up. Last night she was down and out – counting serious sheep, when along came her night nurse to hook up her antibiotics to her IV. Low and behold she woke her up. Then this morning the CAN came and wanted to wake her up to weigh her at 6am. Monster mom almost came out. I said, no you will not wake my baby up. Come back later and they did!
Watching her movie
Thankfully today, Saturday, we got to go home!! I started lobbying all the nurses on Friday morning to convince the doctor to let us go home and do out-patient antibiotics. (Thanks to some advice from my personal nurse Jenn.) Praise the Lord it worked! This morning the doctor came in and said, “How would you feel about going home today and coming back in the evenings to do the antibiotics?” I said YES PLEASE!!!
Hannah is feeling much better!
Now we are home and she is getting good sleep! Thank you for all your prayers. We have two more rounds of antibiotics then a drs visit on Monday. I pray he will give her a clean bill of health and we can start enjoying our vacation!
Our smiley girl is back!