Hospitals...Love/Hate Relationship

So I know I am way far behind on my updates as always and I have a lot to update but not time at the moment. I just wanted to write a quick update since our poor little guy has been in the hospital since Thursday night with a respitory virus. Thursday night around 11 I went in his room and noticed he was breathing pretty fast. I didn't worry too much since he had been good all day and was sleeping good. Then around 12:30 he started coughing and threw up a little bit and woke up. Then I noticed his heart rate was in the 160's and not coming down and that's when I started worrying. We kind of waited and watched to see if it would come down for bout 45 minutes and it didn't so we got in the car and headed down to the ER at Primary CHildren's. By the time we got there he had a temp of 102. We were hoping it was nothing and they would send us home but unfortunately we are still here. They thought it might be pnemonia or RSV by the way he was acting but after a couple of chest x-rays and some blood tests it looks like it is just the rhino virus (which is just the common cold). It just hit him a lot harder then other people.

Today he is finally looking a lot better. He hasn't had a fever all day, he is breathing a lot more regular, and he is on less oxygen. He is looking a lot more like himself too and has even managed a few smiles and even a laugh today. They still want to watch him for a bit so we will for sure be here another night but I am hoping in the next couple days we will get to go home.

Being here in the hospital just makes me sick...I literally get uneasy now when being in the hospital becuase we have been here WAY too much for not good things so even talking to doctors and nurses just gets to me now. At the same time I have to appreciate the hospital, the doctors, the nurses, and it all because they are what saved my little guys life. He wouldn't be here without them so while I HATE being in the hospital or even thinking about hospitals...I have to love them at the same time.

The one thing that has brought me joy is to see the huge difference in Dakota from his last hospital stay to this. Being here with him this time has helped me to see how much he really has progressed. When we were last in the hospital we always had someone in the room with him but we could come and go in the room as we pleased and Dakota could care less. He was not really even aware that we were there. He didn't have a lot of expression but would cry a little. I couldn't comfort him back then when he cried he just cried to cry. Back then we would do everything we could to get a reaction out of him and were so thrilled that he would follow a light with his eyes. This time it is so different. It is more like having a 2 year old in the hospital. He cries if anyone leaves the room. He wants to be entertained or he gets bored and cries. He likes to watch cartoons and be cuddled. It is just amazing the difference being here. I can tell he just wants to go home. And hopefull soon we will!

We love you buddy! So sorry you aren't feeling good!