Ok, before I forget (and this is really because I'm too lazy to write the link down) a really interesting article on doulas.

Now, on with the actual post. Lil' Puddin' Tater had to go to the hospital last night. She was coughing and snotting all over the place all day Sunday, and by that evening she was in pretty bad shape. She couldn't breathe, and none of the emergency medicine we have for that sort of thing seemed to be working. And then, to make things really scary, she went all lethargic on us, not talking moving or anything. Oh, and did I mention that she had a fever? She did. 101.5 degrees. And she does not get fevers. Ever. So we get to the hospital, and they take her to the pediatric emergency wing (bright colors and extra-nice nurses) where the first thign they do is give her an IV. I know she needed it, and with all the medicine she had that night, it was a better that way. But it was absolute torture watching them put it in her little hand, then watching her try really hard not to cry, then just letting go and crying so hard that she threw up. After the IV was in and she had calmed down, they wrapped it up with gauze so that she couldn't see it, and the most sweet/pathetic picture I now have is of LPT attempting to suck her thumb with a mass of tubes and gauze around her hand. But she was a trooper. She had to have a chest X-Ray, and I was unable to go with her (pregnancy and radiation don't mix - who knew?). But she was fine with D, and got a real kick out of being able to see her heart and ribs. She had to have three breathing treatments while in the ER, plus drink a dose of Motrin and she took them all without a fight. Turns out, she has bronchiolitis, and has to be on antibiotics for 10 days.

When we got home, we got her into her comfy pajamas (skiing bunnies) and gave her some cough medicine and then we went to bed. An hour later, she threw up again. But we were prepared! We took some spiffy blue barf bags from the ER, and not a drop got on our bed. And LPT just finished her business and went back to sleep, contentedly sucking her thumb.

What a night.