Here's Ellie just after check-in. She was pretty sick; her breathing was shallow and rapid and her chest was junky. The hospital was great about getting her triaged quickly and into the ER for care.
Ellie got hopped up on her second albuterol breathing treatment! It was just before 2am and she was hyper and manic, literally climbing the walls of her hospital crib. At this point of the night, she thought the whole hospital experience was a riot.
By this morning, Ellie was sleeping comfortably from the oxygen she got during the night. Her breathing was much less labored, thank god. Seeing her on a monitor again reminded me of her infancy, though. Poor little baby!
Shortly after this photo was taken, Ellie woke up, had a bottle, was examined, and got discharged! We're watching her for signs of breathing distress, but so far, so good. Knock wood, okay?
