Tuesday, admit one more to UCD Childrens Hospital

Boy... did sleeping on the hospital couch feel great.  Late Monday night was the first time I had slept since I got up to rock Daisy in our recliner between 4-5AM Sunday morning.  I was happy to be near my baby girl and I was happy to snooze a little.  When I left our house the night before.... Jeremiah Jr's temp had ticked up a couple of tenths.... Christina was going to take him to the pediatrician first thing in the morning.  She took him.... they prescribed tamiflu (as UCD Children now knew it was the flu) and some good things (albuteral, and a steroid) for the nebulizer.  Christina continued onto urgent care to get some meds for herself... as she was feeling very poorly and our doc was out of the office.  While waiting at urgent care Jeremiah's temp shot up very quickly.  Christina left urgent care and back to the pediatricians office.  The pediatrician was quite concerned with his rapid progression and sent my wife and son to the emergency room with one of her staff holding a bottle of oxygen for that was being given to Jeremiah in our van.  Jeremiah was now admitted to Mercy Folsom.  Shortly thereafter, Christina was admitted to Mercy Folsom.  For those who are counting 3 of 4 of my immediate family was now very sick in the hospital.  The good news is that my wife was finally going to get the meds she needed as would my son.  A couple of hours later my wife was discharged with prescriptions.... and my son was being transferred to yes... you guessed it UCD Children hospital.  Christina and Jeremiah arrived @ UCD about 10:30PM via ambulance.  I now had a kiddo on the 10th floor & 7th floor @ UCD.

Daisy spent the day taking one step forward followed by one step back.  Adjustments to ventilator pressures were sometimes tolerated and sometimes not.....  re-positioning of her body at different angles would cause oxygen saturation levels to drop below our 92% goal.  Adjustments to blood pressure meds had to be made regularly.  She was showing us she was willing to fight.... it just seems like we could not get her part to all sing the same song.  Mom or Dad are by her side 24/7.  We cannot over stimulate her as it is not good... but we talk, sing, humm, touch periodically so she knows that we are there for her constantly.