Ugh.

So, besides all the other stuff we're dealing with these days, James got sick and went into the hospital on Saturday. It was the typical story. He had a cold/allergies which quickly developed into a cough and turned into serious asthma problems. Irene took him to the hospital Saturday afternoon and he was admitted and put in a room shortly after. He seemed to be doing well through the evening but didn't do well through the night and has never been let out of a hospital room before being able to go through the night without oxygen. So, he spent a second night, Sunday night. In the meantime, Rosemary was having similar symptoms with a runny nose which turned into a cough. Yesterday, Irene called to say they were about to be released. Rosemary hadn't slept well (which meant I didn't sleep well) and so we went to pick them up and were both a little cranky. As we were in the car waiting for James to officially be released, Rosie got really cranky, her cough got worse and then she fell asleep. We were still waiting when she woke up and started crying about how she didn't feel well and Irene and I decided to switch off. She came down to sit with Irene and I went up to wait with James. I was already starting to have fears about Rosie but had already set up a doctor's appointment. After getting to James's room, Irene called and asked if she should just take Rosie to the ER. I thought that would be best and that's what happened. So, we officially had two kids in the hospital at the same time on separate ends. It looked like Rosie was going to have to stay the night when, out of nowhere, she made an astounding recovery, from the way Irene explained it to me. Her mood improved, she started to eat and everything just got better. I went back and picked them up around 6:00 yesterday evening and we all went home. What a day! Thank God for astounding recoveries!