"I've got not strings, to hold me down..."

Pinocchio's song pretty well describes how Logan was feeling once his IV, air tube and numerous other health monitors were removed right before we left the hospital this past Wednesday. Yes, Logan, Eric and I spent the first half of the week in the Pediatric ward of the hospital in Provo. Logan started coughing the previous Friday night, was still coughing and sounding kind of raspy and wheezy by Saturday afternoon and was downright struggling to breathe by Sunday evening/Monday morning. We had a nebulizer and breathing treatment medication on hand from Logan's brief sickness when he was a few months old, so we tried that for a day or so, but by Monday morning he woke up with blue lips and grayish skin so I took him directly to the doctor. I could tell that he was having difficulty breathing but I didn't realize how serious it was until the nurse took one look at him and rushed to get the doctor and an oxygen tank. It was one of the scariest experiences that I've gone through. Doctors and nurses suddenly filled the small room, checking his breathing, giving him oxygen and breathing treatments, and quickly announcing that Logan needed to be admitted to the hospital. A nurse drove over to the hospital with me, holding an oxygen mask on Logan's face in the back seat and helping me rush Logan to the pediatric ward where they were waiting for him. This is where Logan was quickly hooked up to every monitoring machine imaginable. Through tears I answered all of the doctors questions as they worked to diagnose Logan's breathing problems. They were pretty sure asthma had a part in it, but were also concerned about pneumonia and possibly RSV. Logan was essentially moving no air through his lungs when he showed up at the doctors office, and was only doing slightly better after they filled him with a bunch of medications and put him on 100% oxygen. It was the scariest thing to watch my baby hardly moving in that hospital bed, listening as the doctors and nurses made comments about the severity of his condition. For the first few hours they worried that he might have to be transferred to Primary Children's Hospital in Salt Lake to be hooked up to a respirator, but luckily his breathing was showing a little improvement and his lungs didn't look like they were going to give out from exhaustion. That was comforting, but what could have made it MORE comforting would have been if Eric were there. Yes, Logan was admitted into the hospital at 10:15A Monday morning and Eric didn't find out until nearly 3:00P. We have just one cellphone, and generally Eric takes it to school so I can contact him, but that day he'd left it with me to contact the doctor and set up an appointment. I knew Eric was probably somewhere in the Tanner building only a few blocks away, but I had no way to get a hold of him and the doctors highly recommended that I not leave Logan's side at all. Luckily my mom was inspired to call me, and in a round about way my dad emailed Eric from work to let him know the situation. Eric hurried on over and spent the next few evenings doing homework from our hospital room. Besides Logan's improving health, we were super blessed to have so much love and support coming from friends and family. There were so many acts of service and prayers being said on Logan's behalf, and I'm convinced that those prayers and the his wonderful doctors lead to his amazing recovery. Doctors and nurses who'd worked the early shift and looked after Logan when he was first admitted couldn't believe he was the same kid when they came back on shift Tuesday morning. By Tuesday he had regained a lot of his energy and appetite, which was wonderful but made his inability to run around or leave his metal crib quite frustrating. All those monitors attached to him made it difficult for him to even move around in his crib without disconnecting one or two. I can't even count the times he tried to rip out his oxygen supply and his IV. By Wednesday I was going stir crazy from not leaving the room, and we were all ready to be discharged. The final diagnosis was that Logan had asthma triggered by a virus, and was potentially starting to get pneumonia. We were discharged around 3:00P, and after leaving Walgreens with a portable pharmacy we made it home at last. Logan's still on a pretty strict schedule as far as medications go but he's doing much MUCH better. With only some bruising left over from being pricked so many times, it's kind of surreal to think that it even happened at all. Here are a few pictures we took of Logan in his little hospital gown.