Taking our Blog Private
11 years ago
Other things may change us, but we start and end with family - Anthony Brandt




Kyce and his dirty face
Cody and His dirty Face
Kyce and Cody on their Fourwheeler
The kiddos
That was one of the worst days of my life. She started having this horrible cough on Wednesday March 17th. That night I took her to the emergency room because it just kept getting worse. The ER doc there told me that "babies this age can not get sick" and that it was probably reflux. Well, I decided to go home and I would call the doc the next day. So the next day she hadn't gotten any worse so I decided to hold off on calling the doc. The next night she started getting a little worse so I took her back to the ER this time Weston came with me. The doc tried to again tell us that nothing was wrong with her. Weston wasn't going to take that as an answer and told him that something is wrong and to check her out more. So they did an xray, said couldn't see anything and sent us home. The next morning I was done with the docs here and called the on call pediatrician because it was saturday and all the offices were closed. It just so happened that the oncall pediatrician had seen her xrays from the night before and told us to get to her office as soon as we could because she was concerned. So we showed up to her office and she immediately admitted us to the hospital saying that she had pneumonia. We stayed that night in the hospital and that next morning she was getting worse so they decided that they needed to send her to Primary Childrens Medical Center. I was a complete and utter mess by this time and all I could do was cry. I couldn't believe that this was happening especially since I am one of those people that don't leave the house til the baby is at least 6 weeks old and here she was with pneumonia! After they lifeflighted her to PCMC, we rushed down there and were greeted with this:
This is the other breathing device that she was on after they took her off the ventilator. It is called a CPAP. She was on this for a couple days and then she went on to a regular nasal canula which she was on for a few more days. I didn't cry the whole time (11 days) that we were at PCMC and if you know me, you know how that is not me at all. I cry about everything. I guess I was in survival mommy mode or something. I did cry once we got home though. I cried for days. I cried everytime I told the story to someone. I cried everytime I thought about it! I could probably cry about it now if I thought too much about it. I have never been so helpless in my life. The worst part of it was when she would cry and we couldn't do anything but stand next to her bed and touch her. We couldn't hold her for a week because of all the tubes and stuff that were in her.
Here is a picture of her scar. It is on the side underneath the arm pit and goes back by her shoulder blade. This is the day we came home. Now it just looks like she has a scratch. It is healing wonderfully!
I had to throw this picture in because last Saturday the 4th, me and my mom were shopping and we got Kaizley's ears pierced. If you ask my mother, she will say that it was a very horrible exprience but in all reality, she was done crying by the time we left the store and hasn't had a problem since. Isn't she adorable?!


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