Here are some pictures of the ER visit. Elliot slept off and on, but seriously only for about 10 minutes at a time. Lots of noises and new things to distract him from sleep.
Elliot's cold developed into bronchiolitis this past weekend. It was so sad, because it reminded me so much of his time in the hospital as a newborn. Being around all the doctors and attached to the wire that keeps track of his blood oxygen levels (which were always perfect, by the way!), it was a hard time for all, and all of time was spent praying and taking care of our sick little man. Elliot woke up around 230 am and usually I let him go back to sleep, but something made me want to check on him. Sure enough, my mommy instincts encountered a fast breathing (over 60 breaths a minute) and retracting baby boy. His chest was sucking in with each breath and my heart ached with sympathy! Even though he was sick, he was still smiley and crawling around, so we were tempted to think, "He seems okay!" But the symptoms told us otherwise, and we knew a trip to the ER was necessary. We got there, and thank you Jesus, there was only one other person there! We saw someone right away and they confirmed our fears: He had a bronchiolitis and the DR was certainly concerned. He got a couple treatments of nebulizers and still, he was wheezing, so they decided to admit him to the pediatric ward. This was hard, because it felt like a blow to our faith! But God is working all things for good, we know this.
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