Glad that's over

Last Wednesday Easton was not feeling well. He didn't want to eat, and he just laid around all day watching TV, so NOT like him. He hadn't really been sick until that day, a little cough and a runny nose. It wasn't until Cort got home from school on Wednesday and Easton had waken up from his nap that we knew we needed to take him in. It seemed like he was working a little to hard to breath. I stayed with the other kids while Cort ran Easton over to the doctor's office. I tried calling Cort a little later to see what the doctor had said, my heart dropped when he said they were putting him in an ambulance and sending him to the Children's Hospital in Phoenix. I immediately ran to my wonderful neighbors house, dropped my other 3 kids off there and rushed to the hospital, where I found Easty and Cort in a hospital room being examined. Poor Easton. Cort said when they tried to give him his IV he just made a little whimper. Turns out Easton had RSV, and an pneumonia. His oxygen levels were really low. When they first got to the doctors they checked his oxygen levels and they were in the 60s and they aren't suppose to drop below 90 and that is why they sent him to the hospital. My sweet Aunt came to the rescue and got our 3 kids from my neighbors and stayed with them for a couple hours while we tried to figure out what was going on with Easton. She then brought me a bag of stuff on her way home since the doctor told us on his way out, after telling us the results of all the tests they had run, that Easton would DEFINITELY be spending the night in the hospital. That first night they didn't have any rooms open in the actual hospital so we stayed in one of the rooms in the ER. They brought in a crib for Easton, since there was only a bed in that room. At around 2:00 in the morning that first night, Eastons oxygen level dropped again and the nurses rushed in and sucked him out and then decided that they needed to hook him to a oxygen mask permanently so that his levels wouldn't do that again. The Respiratory therapist came in and decided he needed to be on high flow oxygen as well. Needless to say, it was all kind of scary. Watching his levels go so low and seeing him just laying there so lethargic so not like him, really got to me. Me and Cort thought for sure we would only be there for that night but that one night stay turned into a four day four night stay. Me and Cort switched off nights and days staying with Easton. By Saturday he was doing awesome, but they needed him to stay until he had been off oxygen for 24 hours. Hospital policy. That first night Easton and me ended up sleeping in the same bed cause he kept pulling off his oxygen mask whenever I put him in the crib. But it turned out okay because we just cuddled, which in the moment was all I wanted to do. Then once they got us up in the room the next day, they said we could have a crib or a bed, we choose the bed and just had sleepovers every night. On the second night when I came home it felt so strange knowing that Easton wasn't up in his room in his bed. I didn't sleep well those nights. The whole thing feels so surreal now and you would never know that he's been sick. He got well just as fast as he got sick it seems. Although I think he is going to be under quarantine for a week or two. I don't want to spread germs nor risk him getting sick again while he's trying to heal. So grateful he's home now and getting back to normal. The whole experience was very scary and left me feeling drained. Through it all I knew he was going to be okay, but watching him go through it was really hard. The kids missed him so much while he was gone too. Talan hated leaving him in the hospital room and cried when we got home "I miss my Peasty!" He would say. The third day Easton was there we took the boys up to see him and for Cort and me to trade while walking out to the car, Talan stopped dead in his tracks, folded his arms and declared "I'm not going! I'm not leaving my Peasty!" I had to pick him up and carry him to the car. If you know Talan you know that once he sets his mind to something good luck trying to talk him out of it. Plus, it was pretty sweet to see how much he loves his brother. Talan has always been so protective of Easton. So grateful we are ALL home now and that Easton is feeling so much better and for all of our loved ones prayers and concerns and for those who helped us out during this craziness when our lives were put on hold.