The kids and I visited my mom this week in Florida. Austin thought it would be a rough trip because Molly’s so active, the flights seemed like a nightmare waiting to happen. Actually, the flights went okay—not the highlight of our lives, but not horrible.
The horrible part came once we got there. As I walked in the door on Sunday night with Molly in my arms, she threw up everywhere and it was only downhill from there culminating in a 24 hour hospital stay on Tuesday and Wednesday for pneumonia and RSV. The biggest problem was that my sweet little stubborn girl decided she was too sick to drink. The ER was a less-than-amazing experience, and it was horrible watching them try four times to get an IV into her… next time I’ll try pinning her down at home and squirting water into her mouth with a medicine dropper/syringe.
Thankfully she’s doing better now than earlier this week, but still pretty tired and sick overall.
In the ambulance getting transferred from the ER to a hospital that has a pediatric unit.
This is what Molly thinks of hospitals…
And here she was yesterday, working on catching up on her sleep.
