gino to carl

nothing like a little nostalgia.

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Chocolate Oatmeal

Forget the cinnamon and sugar. Forget peaches and cream. Give us the good stuff. Chocolate. Oatmeal.

Roz encounters the local wildlife

our little contagion

All those nurses at the NICU were so nice that Roz thought she needed to get back to the hospital.  The best way, she figured, was to get what everyone else in the family probably had: RSV.  Somehow she knew that what was no problem for older people was a big problem for babes.  So, she regularly attempted to eat snotty hands and was successful in contracting the illness. 

All week long she had a runny nose, then a cough, then labored breathing, then a trip to the pediatrics walk-in on Monday morning where she convinced a doctor that she needed a stylish ambulance ride to the ER.  Once there, she decided she liked those nurses well enough, but needed to see those hospital nurses, and got the ER docs to admit her by de-saturating her oxygen levels some more.  Sly thing.

She may be sly but she’s also considerate, so she got me a bed with a nice view and arranged for me to get meals for free since I was nursing her.

  my bed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                 my view

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Though Roz was perfectly content solely interacting with the nurses and me, I craved further social interaction and brought Nick’s laptop over to the hospital.  We set up a Skype call between home and the room and just left it running.  Thanks to all those other friends that kept me entertained too.

You can see me here below in my facemask, gloves and gown since Rosalyn was “highly contagious.”  Every time before I left the room I had to take all that off and throw it away.  You can also see Roz in that second picture attempting to share her germs with me.  I tried to convince those doctors that I already had the illness and didn’t need all the garb, but they would have none of that talk and touted policy over comfort.  Ah well. 

Rosalyn took her time getting off her oxygen.  We came in with her on half a liter and    slowly took it down over two days.  On the third day Roz was afraid we’d be leaving too soon, so she kicked off her pulse-ox just enough for it to look like she was de-saturating again and she went from .1 liters back up to .6 and it wasn’t until I changed her diaper a while later that I discovered her ruse.  While I wasn’t amused as she was, I was glad that when I got it back on correctly her oxygen levels were reading at 98% instead of 90% which was too low.  She came off oxygen at 6:30 Wednesday evening and slept through the night at an average of 96% oxygen saturation and was cleared to go home by all those professionals she loved so much during their rounds at 10:30 am.

After four days and three nights in the hospital I’m glad to be back, and let’s hope Roz got her fix of nurses for a while…

…like, for 20 years.