repeat offender

You could call us a repeat offender, it might be deja vu, or we just went to our home away from home. I went to bed last nigh around nine and her temp was 99.1. At 10:30 the nurse was waking me up telling me she was in respiratory distress and her temp was 102.6. So off to the Emergency room we flew with the suction machine close by, hooked up to the pulse/oxygen saturation monitor and also with oxygen mask strapped to her face. Jeff drove while I suctioned, comforted, monitored, and mothered. By 4:30 we had finally been put into a room on the 10th floor. She slept a little more--I'm not really sure if I ever slept more than 30 minutes straight. Coffee is the order of the morning. We are waiting for the Docs, she is a little more comfortable but my anxiety is climbing as I'm sure Jeff's is. I'm sure Keala is pleased as punch, as her day will be split between Discovery Zone and the great Grammy Sue.