Bailey

It's been a very eventful week for our sweet little girl. Last week she started acting like she was coming down with a cold. She was a little stuffy and started with a little cough. Within less than a day, it became apparent that this was way more than a "little bug." After a very long and difficult night, we took her to the doctor who sent us straight to the hospital. Bailey got RSV when she was only 2 months old, and it was back with a vengeance. We picked Matt up from school, called my sister with an SOS to come get Matthew and Rachel, and then found ourselves in the hospital for the next 4 days.



The little sweetie felt miserable! Generally this gal doesn't hold still for anything. The fact that she spent days just lying in bed and wanting to be held, told all. We were treated wonderfully by the hospital staff, but poor Bailey didn't trust any of them and hid her head every time anyone walked in the door.

One evening Steve brought Matt and Rachel to see Bailey for a few minutes. He called from the parking lot to tell me they were on their way up. I expected that she'd be so excited to see them and maybe even perk up a bit. They walked in the door and when Bailey saw them she just burst into tears. She immediately reached for them.



Rachel was very sweet and gave up her beloved VSmile pocket (hand-held game) so that Bailey could have something to play with while in the hospital.




Bailey was finally starting to feel better, but wasn't doing too well at eating like the nurses wanted her to. Dad came one morning with donuts. This was one of the first smiles we saw while she was there.



On Saturday she finally started showing real progress - so much that by that night we were able to come home. She is doing so amazingly well and is, thankfully, back to her sweet, happy, silly self. We are so grateful for fantastic doctors, nurses, and hospital staff. We are also so thankful for dear friends and family who supported our little family with thoughts, prayers, and kind acts. My "big" kids did such a wonderful job rolling with the punches and we are so proud of them! It was a rough week, but it sure made us rememeber what is most important and how blessed we are.


So, we'd been home for a few days and were feeling a little cooped up. We decided to go for a ride and get some cokes (mmm..Mooches) just to get out of the house for a few minutes. While at the gas station, Steve decided to run the van through the car wash. Rachel thought it was great. Bailey - not so much.



It went from bad to worse.



Then even worse.



Poor Bailey!! And what a great mom I am! Instead of comforting her, I was snapping pictures. Ok, for the record, I was comforting and snapping. (That picture makes me giggle quite uncontrollably every time I see it.)





Rachel was literally laughing her little can off! Who knew a $5 car wash could elicit such entertainment and trauma?



Poor Babers was just plumb tuckered out after all the excitement.