The time has come!!!

I have decided that it is time to make this cute little blog of mine private. Please leave your email address and I will add you to my list. Also, please note if I know you I will add you. I don't care if it is friends, family, or just acquaintances. I know I read some peoples blog and they go private and I am hesitant to leave my name because I don't know if they want me reading it. I really just want to get rid of the scary potential threats not the people whom I associate with. Even if you know me through a friend I am not scared to add you, so just leave your name and you are on. Unless, I have absolutely no clue who you are of course! Don't be shy. I will give you 2 weeks! Thanks, Emily

The Crazy Happenings!!!

Does this boy look sick to you? Yeah, I didn’t think so! But, let me assure you, we are all wrong. At 3:00 a.m. on Thursday, Hugh woke up and was pretty croupy. I asked Jess to give him a blessing because he was struggling quite a bit to breathe. I then took him in the bathroom and steamed him. He finally fell asleep a few hours later, but when he woke up the next morning he was even worse. I panicked and called Jesse at work because he was really bad. I called Julia, who then called an EMT friend of ours to come and read his oxygen levels. She got here, and then the principal and bishop showed up. She checked him and he was reading 77 when he should be at 100. She then dispatched an ambulance. So, yes, we had the principal, bishop, the only two local cops, and four EMTs at our house; which, might I add, was a complete disaster!!!! They showed up and said I could have him transported to either Montpelier, ID, or Kemmerer. I really wanted to go to Evanston because that is where his doctor is. They said they would only transport to either Montpelier or Kemmerer. I didn't really feel like he needed to be transported because his O2 levels kept going up. I was bawling and Jesse finally just asked them if they thought we could take him to Evanston ourselves. They said we could and just told us to watch him really closely. So, we did. We got there, and his doctor was immediately concerned. She said his throat was almost completely closed off. Keep in mind, all throughout, this little boy is smiling and as happy as can be. She gave him an emergency shot and breathing treatment to open his airway and sent us to the hospital. We got there, and his oxygen levels were back in the 90s. We hung out the rest of the day with a happy baby, just wanting to get into everything. I asked for a high chair and they looked at me like I was crazy. They said no one has ever asked for that because, usually, babies can't even sit up to eat when they are sick like he was. I had to ask to take off his oxygen meter because he was just so wild and wanted to move that it was seriously just getting in the way. His levels were way high, so they said it was fine. He was really excited after that and just kept crawling away and smiling. Anyway, his doctor came in and said she was going to release us at about 7:00 p.m. because he was doing so well. She said his RSV tests came back negative...and then he coughed. So, she decided, because of his cough, she wanted to keep him overnight just in case. She then went to check his chest x-rays. After checking, she came in and said, "Actually, he needs to stay because he has Bi-Lateral PNEUMONIA!" WHAT?!!! All of the nurses and doctors were shocked. Other than his wheezing, he was in great spirits. So, we stayed the night, and around 11:00 a.m. the next morning, she released him. He has a bunch of medicine, and I have to give him breathing treatments every 4 hours; but, other than that, he literally has not skipped a beat. He has been as happy as ever and busy, busy, busy! I am glad he is such a good baby. It has made this so much easier. He is doing great, and for that, I am grateful. On a lighter note, Anya started Preschool. Four other moms and I are taking turns each week. She has it on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. I taught the first day. After all the kids left, Anya grabbed her “pack-pack” and said, “Mom, I am ready to go to preschool.” I felt so bad. I told her we just had it at our house. She was so sad and just kept saying “I want to go to preschool.” After about a half an hour cry session, she calmed down. Today was our neighbor's turn. So, I guess it was Anya’s first day of preschool. She was so excited. I can’t believe how fast they grow up!!! As for everything else, not much is going on around here.

Anya’s First Day of Preschool
Huey and his breathing treatment

Just a cute picture