Well, half of the household is at the hospital tonight.
Sofia is in the hospital overnight, and Dave is staying there with her. She's been fighting a bug for a couple weeks -- she seemed to be getting over it, then last weekend she suddenly had a high fever and Dave took her to the ER to get checked out. They sent her home with a diagnosis of bronchiolitis and some antibiotics, and she was fine for the rest of the week, except for a runny nose. Then in the past few days she developed a cough, and last night her asthma started to act up. So we brought her in again this morning, and they said she'd developed pneumonia. That's new; she's had asthma attacks several times, but no pneumonia before.
Her room is just down the hall and around two corners from Dad's room -- Dave was thinking of taking Sofia to visit him this evening.
We're hoping Dad can come home on Tuesday. Sofia should be able to come home tomorrow, as long as her oxygen levels are up tonight; they were good all afternoon, but dipped a little this evening -- still good, but not great.
These breathing problems do run in the family, though they skipped my generation. And Dad's troubles are exacerbated by decades of smoking before my mom forced him to quit.
It's kind of depressing around here this evening. Even with Erik crying a little bit every now and then, the house is too quiet tonight.
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