Winning

Lyla seems set on "beating" Noah (I know, I know...not supposed to compare children). Her labor was shorter, her length was longer, her jaundice was worse, her sleep is better....

...and she caught her first illness sooner.
Our sweet little girl developed a nasty dry cough on Wednesday and was wheezing by Friday. I took her to the pediatrician, who gave her a breathing treatment after she tested positive for RSV, which didn't really seem to help her much. She was still wheezing and her oxygen levels remained slightly lower than the doctor wanted to see.

 So the doctor told us to rush Lyla to the hospital. I was not expecting this and promptly broke down in tears (of course). I wasn't even allowed to go home and pack a bag, and the doctor said she wouldn't send us via ambulance as long as I promised to go straight to the emergency room.

It was so strange to be on the admission side of my hospital, and to see people I knew taking care of my own child. I was thankful to be surrounded by people I was familiar with and knew they would give Lyla the best care possible. Thankfully, we were just closely monitored and Lyla did well on her own. She didn't need any oxygen or any other breathing treatments. We were told day 3 and 4 of such an illness were typically the worst, and they were concerned with the risk of Lyla having apnea spells given her very young age. We had many prayer warriors behind us, and were discharged early the next morning. Our little girl is still slightly fussy and has a nasty cough, but we are thankful she is on the mend!

Daniel was a champ through that endeavor, leaving work immediately when I called him and sitting by my side throughout. Then, when he went home to stay with Noah, had to clean up two rounds of vomit as Noah got sick through the night. Sheesh! What a weekend! So grateful for the healthy days!