Okay, so here we are.

Now that the dust has settled, maybe I can boil it down to something a little easier to digest.

Friday’s incident with choking on the french fry seems to have been just that – incidental. I remember hearing her rattly breathing when I was rocking her to sleep Thursday night. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. Maybe she was getting a cold but certainly my mind didn’t go to this extreme. What seems very feasible is that she was starting to be affected by the onset of what we now know is RSV.

A little cough here + hard piece of french fry = stuck in her throat, unable to breathe. Heimlich. 911. Firetrucks. EMTs. Panic. Calm. Go home. Frantic. ER. Panic. Scared. Admitted.

Waiting…

Major Freak Out on Shuffle and Repeat…

Finally though, we think this is making some sense.

If she was beginning to feel the effects of RSV, it’s likely the coughing caused her to get the fry lodged in her throat. It is possible she aspirated some. But it is more likely the fluid in her lungs was from the RSV and not the remains of an aspirated potato. (Still unclear where she picked it up, but that’s not really important at this point.) The RSV takes about 10–14 days to run its course and if in fact she started being affected by it on Thursday night, we’re right now sitting at the dawn of day five. Doc says it may still get worse before it gets any better.

Tonight, we had a dear friend visit. It’s always an honor to get to talk with him. While we were talking, Kelley looked down at Rosie and found that her IV had blown and her left hand and forearm were swollen to almost twice their usual size. The nurse was called, who then called the IV Specialist. Poor guy had done 14 of these already today and the last two apparently gave him quite a fight. You’d have never known it until afterward. We only knew it because he told us after the fact. He was amazing. Nerves of steel. You could tell he was relieved to have completed this one.

I was holding her after the new line was in and she felt so warm. Too warm. And of course, her temp is back up to 101. Good news is her heart rate is normal tonight. And the doctor just came by to visit. We were afraid he was about to tell us we were going to have to let him take her to the step-up care unit. He did not. He said, “I think she’s doing best when you guys are here to comfort her.” Smart doctor. Of course, if she were to need better care, we and the staff here wouldn’t hesitate to provide that for her.

But for now, here we are.

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