Sick grandkids not fun

This has not been a good grandkid day.

Last night Riley started having trouble breathing. At first it seemed controllable, but it got worse as the night went on. So WHM ended up taking him to the hospital and they admitted him. By this morning things were not much improved and it was decided to take him to a different hospital that had a pediatric intensive care unit. 

Since he had an IV and other tubes stuck in him, they transported him in an ambulance (!) from Redwood City to Santa Clara - to a hospital about a mile from where I work (and about 20 miles from where all of us live). 

He's now stabilized but far from having a good time. The hope is that tomorrow they will be able to move him to a normal room and maybe Friday he can come home. This has been his worst breathing episode so far.

Mrs Notthat kept Darci today. They wanted to go visit Riley, but Darci has a raging cold going on right now, and feels miserable. She keeps asking when it will be her turn to go to the hospital. It doesn't take too vivid of a description of the needles and tubes to convince her that she is the one better off right now.

The picture is her on my lap in the rocking chair watching a bizarre show called Peep and the Big Wide World. We then watched a whole episode of This Old House.

That's when I knew she REALLY wasn't feeling well.

That's it - move along...