A wrap up from the last week

Mainly I'm writing this because I'm A) too lazy to actually write it down in my journal, and 2) because I'd like to have it for posterity's sake. So feel free to skip this post if it's boring to you!

Last weekend we were supposed to go to ID for Kimi's high school graduation, and to go boating and fishing with Cory's family. We were leaving on Thurs morning, but late Wed night and early Thurs morning I just kept having this bad feeling that we shouldn't go to ID and I didn't know why. Cory wondered if I was just tired or paranoid, but I knew it was more than that. Long story short, after a prayer and some tears and a lot of thinking and talking, we didn't go to ID. Tami Jones offered to fly us there even, but it wasn't the driving that made me nervous. I felt like Emmie and I needed to be in Utah where Dr. Scott was. weird.
On Friday night I started having contractions and they lasted for just over 2 hours, at times as little as 4 mins apart, even though I was lying down most of the time trying to get them to stop. I finally called Dr. Scott because my whole family was freaking out. Cory was pacing the floor, Tara was using the commitment pattern on me trying to get me to call Dr. Scott, and the Joj was trying to keep me calm and time my contractions. Gotta love family! :) I called him, he told me to drink a bunch of water, take a shower, and lay down and watch a video. So they finally went away, no worries.

Monday: I take Emmie to Dr. Scott for a follow up to her ear infection and to chat about her reflux. She's not doing super awesome off her medicine, but well enough that Dr. Scott said to keep her off the meds. and her ear infection is gone, but her throat is "a little pink." weird.
Tuesday: Darci comes over to play for the day while Phae goes to work. the girls have a blast together and I kind of wonder why I didn't have twins because it's easier with 2 since they entertain each other. and then I quickly come to my senses when it's nap time and they keep crying and waking each other up! bother.
Wednesday: Emmie randomly now has a bit of a cough. Just a cough. No runny nose or fever, just the cough. weird. In the afternoon I decide to vacuum the house, which apparently is a bad idea. Who knew vacuuming the house could cause such issues?? Before I'm even finished vacuuming the house I'm having contractions. And they don't stop. So I take Emily upstairs to play with Grandpa so I can lay down and try to get them to stop. They don't. and they're 5 mins apart. So I called Dr. Scott again and he asks me which hospital I'm going to, and I say, "You mean to deliver?" ha. I wish. He kind of chuckled, but then said, "Nooo. Which one are you going to right now?" I tried to talk my way out of it, but he wasn't budging. By this time Cory was on his way home from work and my Dad had left to go get Grammmie Jojo at the airport, so I had Emmie and no one to leave her with. (What the H are we going to do when we move to CA and know NO ONE??) So I took her over to sweet Sister V's house (our next door neighbor) and kind of explained the situation and left Emmie there. Then I drove myself to the hospital, and as I pulled away I kind of laughed to myself that I was just driving myself to the hospital while having contractions 5 mins apart. ha!
They did a bunch of awesome tests on me, Cory finally got there, yadda yadda, and a few hours later let me go home cause it wasn't real labor. But my contractions last for over 4 hours, most of the time being 5 mins apart. That's some serious Braxton Hicks!
Thursday: Phae and I both go to Dr Scott's office to get our blood drawn in the morning, and then we hang out. emmie's cough is worse, and now she sounds a little weezy, so Tara listens to her lungs with her stethoscope (Tara's a respiratory therapist, in case you didn't know) and says her lungs aren't sounding very good, especially in the lower left lobe, her respiratory rate is in the high 50's when it should be 30, and she is retracting (her stomach goes in when she breathes instead of going out) when breathing. Phae watches her the rest of the day and she gets worse in the evening. We call the on call doc, which happens to be Dr. Pete, who is my neighbor. He ended up coming over to look at Emily cause he is pretty much the nicest man ever, and said she was only going to get worse as the night wore on, so maybe we should take her to the ER for a breathing treatment. So at 7pm we head to the hospital, and Cory joked that they should keep a permanent bed there for him since he's constantly taking his girls there! :) She was sating 84 (that's her oxygen levels. they should be in the mid 90's) which means they had to put her on blow by oxygen for 45 mins or so, and it reminded me of days gone by and how not fun that was. Eeeww. They gave her 3 breathing treatments and a steroid shot and monitored her for a couple hours after she had the O2. She kept her sats up in the 90's all by herself and that was totally awesome. They almost admitted her, but left it up to us and whether we were comfortable taking her home, so we chose to go home. So we got home at 1 AM and we were SO tired. And it was so sad, because Emmie came to realize that anytime someone came into the room they were going to do something to her, so she would just start to cry right then. We had to hold her down multiple times and it was so sad!
Friday: Emily saw Dr. Pete at 9:30 AM and he said she was doing much better, but to bring her back if she started retracting again. So at 2pm I had a follow up appt with Dr. Scott anyway, and Emmie was retracting again, so I took her back with me. I was fine. Dr. Scott and Dr. Pete tag-teamed Emmie. They gave her another breathing tx, but then decided they didn't seem to be helping much. told me she has bronciolitis, that it's a virus and there's not much they could do for her. But she had the beginnings of another ear infection, so they decided to treat that so she isn't more miserable. And they said she'd be worse at night, so if she was having trouble breathing again then we needed to take her to the ER so she could have some oxygen again. Which meant I didn't sleep on Friday night because I was paranoid that I would find her dead in her crib in the morning. Seriously, I thought we were done having those worries with Emily! I tell you what, you never stop worrying about your kiddies. No wonder people stop at 2 kids. sigh.
Saturday and Sunday: I'm really, really tired.
Monday: Emily is on the mend. Her lungs are sounding better (per Tara) and her cough sounds like it's breaking things up now, and she's almost back to herself. And I'm still tired.
Phew! that was a long week. I'm SO glad we didn't go to Idaho, cause it just would have been worse. and if you read that whole thing you are to be commended!