Our very sick baby.

I am so sad to have to say it, but I do.

I really really hate nursery.

Those of you that know me know that I am a complete germ freak.

When Olivia was born I hardly let anyone hold her and if they did they did they had to scrub up and put hand sanitizer on every time they touched her.

I did not want anyone kissing her unless it was Michael or me.

And really so much more, but I'll spare the details.

I may have been a tad bit over protective but I definitely do not regret it.

And I know I will be the exact same with baby Clara.

It's just me.

Anyways, as Olivia turned 18 months old (nursery age) it never even crossed my mind to allow her to go.

I mean there are like 20 kids in there that slobber and drool all over everything.

And there's no way to know if they are sick or not because no offense people but parents send their children regardless of whether or not they are sick.

That being said Olivia attended nursery one time this last summer.

Got sick (like I thought) and didn't go back until two Sundays ago.

Michael and I figured that since flu season was coming to an end and her being 21/2 and just really quite a distraction to us when we keep her with us, decided to give it another shot.

I mean there was a sign on the door that said don't bring your child even if they have the sniffles.

So reluctantly I let my baby go.

And what do you know, Tuesday morning she wakes up with a runny nose and goes to bed with not only a runny nose but a cough complete with wheezing.

Words cannot describe how mad I was.

I mean seriously parents is it that hard to keep your child home if they are sick?

Here's our cute girl feeling so sick.
Yet, still  trying to enjoy watching The Lion King.

Well over the next few hours things went from what looked like just a bad cold to she seriously needs to see the doctor now.
Her wheezing got a lot worse and I could just see her little chest moving up and down as she tried so hard to breathe.
My pediatrician was out of the office for the day but luckily there was another doctor there that was willing to see her immediately.
The second we walked in they took us back and the doctor came in and took one look at her and said that she needed a breathing treatment.
So they hooked a little mask up to the oxygen tank and I just held the mask up to her nose for 10 minutes.
Luckily it didn't have to go over her face or anything so she was pretty relaxed.
Except for at the very end when she randomly started throwing up.
It was bad.
Especially with my heightened sense of smell and overall grossed outness with barf since I'd barfed well over 100 times in the recent months.
It was all I could do to not join in with her.
Luckily, I caught a lot of it in my hand and blanket so I just had to take her shirt off.
When the doctor came in to check on her again he seriously looked at her for 5 seconds and then said, "excuse me" and walked back out.
Okay, by now I was freaking out a bit.
She still sounded the same and was just really having a hard time breathing.
A few minutes later he came in with another doctor who immediately said that she needed to go to the hospital and spend at least the night there so that they could give her breathing treatments as needed.
They told me to take her straight there and not even to go home to grab her a change of clothes.
I called Michael who was at school and was planning on being there in to the night because he was debating cases from a recent paper in front of judges.
I planned on taking her there myself and him walking over when he could.
(His school is literally right down the street.)
When we got there they got us all checked in and had a room right ready for her.
Michael showed up and said that his professor told him to not worry about the cases and to get over to the hospital.
It was very nice to have him there, so I'm definitely grateful to his professor.
She immediately started receiving a breathing treatment and sadly had to have her nose suctioned as well as a RSV test.
For those of you that don't know they stick this extremely long cotton swab like thing up their nose and apparently it stings them a bit.
I had to help hold her down during this process and it was all I could do to not burst out bawling.
I wished more than anything at that moment that I could take her place.
But we survived and when the test came back an hour later it was negative.
Meaning that she had caught some other random virus going around.
When I told the nurses about everything we had done a few days prior they definitely agreed with me on the high possibility of her catching this from nursery.
I could not stand the thought of leaving my baby girl so I decided to spend the night rather than Michael who had class early that next morning.
I mostly just sat in the rocking chair and held her.
And when it came time to go to bed Olivia refused to go in the crib, she wanted to "seep mom chair" (Sleep mom chair) so the nurses were nice enough to roll us in a twin bed so that we both could sleep in it.
It made me feel so happy to know that she wanted me and only me.
We got little sleep since we were being disturbed often for breathing treatments and checkups.
Luckily, we began seeing improvements throughout the night and I could definitely tell that she was breathing easier.
When morning finally came, (it seemed like an endless night) her pediatrician came in and said that she sounded so much better.
He wanted her to have a few more treatments as well as some oral steroids but that she would be able to go home later on.

Isn't she precious?

Then, daddy came to visit.
And Olivia decided that she wanted to play in her crib.
Meaning bounce around like a wild banshee and fling herself face first on to the mattress.
She especially love playing ring around the rosies with herself.
I'm telling you, between the breathing treatments/medications and her lack of sleep she was a bit loopy to say the least:)
All she wanted to eat was ice cream.
Which was totally fine with me because I personally think it doesn't get better than a nice chocolate shake!

She was so cute in her little gown and all.

Getting dressed to go home!

We were able to go home and all get some much needed sleep.
I am so grateful that she's all right.
Many prayers were answered and I know without a doubt that our little family was definitely being watched over.
When we first got there the nurses and doctors were so worried and thought she'd be there for days.
They were all very surprised at her quick recovery.
But our little girl is a fighter.
We've always known that.

We've had a follow up appointment and she is completely back to normal.
We have an inhaler that we give her whenever she starts coughing/wheezing.
Her doctor would like to keep a close eye on her because there is a possibility she may have asthma.
But other than that we have a perfectly healthy, crazy, cute as can be 2 1/2 year old.
Who we love so dearly.

Oh and she's never going to nursery again:)
Seriously.