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Landsdowne Resort: alone for an afternoon and night. Second time away from Emily together in 3 yrs.

November 22, 2008

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Intubation - Pneumonia

Emily is intubated. I can't believe it came to this. Just Monday she was as happy as a clam. On the way to the ER last night she was satting the highest in two days, 98 on BiPAP, and giggling on the way. We get there and as we enter the ER she starts to drop. We started up CPT and coughing again and that was the end of it. Must have shifted gunk around to really make matters extremely worse. They had a very difficult time getting a tube.... ahh. I can't believe this. Her right lungs has very bad pneumonia and the docs kept commenting, "there is A LOT of stuff in there."

She is stable now, but on extra O2 and still under some of the anesthetics. I'm home getting some things. Poor Annabelle is sick too and was throwing up big time last night. She'll be home with her aunt while we are at the hospital. I have mid-term exams this week, this is just very frustrating (understatement).

We are tired. Please lift Emily up in your prayers. She has a lot of…

How many kids do you have?

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