Well it seems my mention of anxiety regarding Rosie's health in the previous post wasn't without substance. Unfortunately Rosie was admitted to the Starlight Ward at Wythenshawe Hospital on Monday. This is now her third visit since December and everything is too familiar, the nurses even remembered her by name! We thought she'd had her fair share when the last stay mean't spending her first Christmas in hospital, but it appears she still needs that little bit more help before shifting this bronchiolitis.
At present Rosie is requiring a lot of oxygen to keep her saturation levels where they should be naturally – in the high 90s. Thankfully the one thing she hasn't had to go through again is the trauma of having an intravenous line inserted – I don't think Karen or I could see her go through anymore needle prodding – they always find it difficult to find her veins so end up trying 4-5 times before eventually inserting it in her head, which as you can imagine is not pleasant for her. She is having antibiotics orally this time which she actually likes.
We have noticed (seeing her in the familiar cot) just how much has changed with her development since December – no longer is she happy to just lay there still, but is very active which is making it all the more frustrating for her. Rosie is now also on solids which in turn makes feeding quite interesting as she tries to wipe the nasal specs away!
Harry and Joe are being as good as ever with the situation but truth be told I'm finding this stint the hardest – to see them have to go through the unrest and change to their routine, sometimes having to sacrifice the things they love, to work around hospital visits, is difficult. They make very little fuss and it's easy to look at them and think, 'it's fine they are young, resilient and it won't have an affect.' All they see of Dad at the moment is my stressing to get them to school in the morning and rushing to get them in bed at night. As for seeing Mum and Rosie it's a case of as and when and actually only saw them tonight for the first time since Monday. They keep asking me if they can have a 'Boys night', (indoor football match, pizza's and a DVD) because last time I was on annual leave and they were on school holidays so getting to bed at a reasonable hour wasn't an issue, but I have to say no as its too late by the time I've visited the hospital and got them back home. I know, I know – yes, really they will be fine, yes we are lucky to have family on hand who are doing so much to help us keep disruption to a minimum, BUT equally, yes, they are only Nine and Six (just) and I do hope they really are okay. Wow I'm really waffling now I best stop!
I'll finish by wishing our Budlington a speedy recovery, Karen some long overdue sleep (amazing how she copes) and by thanking each and every one of our family and friends for their constant offers of help and support. Here are a few pics of her in her home from home...