RILEY COMES HOME!!!

Ladies and gentlemen... the incredible is upon us.  Wonderful things are afoot.  The birds are chirping and slight breeze is blowing, the flowers are blooming, the food is tasty... all is right in this wonderful world of ours for Riley has come home.

 

My family has come, held and loved him.

 

My home has opened its doors and lovingly embraced him.  His very crib has cuddled him.

 

The garden is just a shade greener, the flowers just a tinge prettier.  The squash and cucumbers have blossomed in ecstacy and the pumpkins expanded with delight.

 

 

 

 

My sentiments exactly.

Posted: Tuesday, Jul 1 8:22 pm

Monday morning blues... must work... must...

I do not want to go back to the grind but I must.  My customers are calling for me, craving my attention, distracting me from my true aim.  As much as I would like to fend them off with a stick I must not.  Especially given the fact that I have an extra mouth to feed.

 

My son lies in the hospital while I must potter around.  Tragic isn't it?

 

Must work... need money... will work for food... but not too hard.

Posted: Monday, Jun 30 7:11 am

Sunday updates, or the lack thereof...

Nothing has really changed.  We have visited poor, lonely, little Riley in the hospital and been given the reassurance that all is well and continues to improve.  From all accounts he should be home sometime this week. 

 

Logan played mud football at our church today in participation of one of our "Men In Training" episodes.  It was exciting especially because Katie INSISTED on attending despite my many many vehement objections.  She is thusly very tired and needful of rest.  Tomorrow is another big day.

 

Thanks to everyone who has commented, congratulated and prayed.

 

Posted: Sunday, Jun 29 11:36 pm

Single Saturday Entry... sorry for the long delay...

I feel as if I have let myself go.  I haven't typed on this thingy for nearly 24 hours.  And a lot has happened.  A lot.

 

First of all Katie is home.  She is currently in an exhausted slumber, a near coma, attempting to recover enough strength to get up tomorrow and go see her lovely little boy whom she had to leave behind.

 

As any mother knows, it is not right or natural for a mother to be without her child ESPECIALLY her child which she has carried for 8 months (she has never made it to 9) and so recently given birth to.  A brave soul may separate the mother bear from her cubs but that same man would be torn assunder by the claws of my wife should he dare lay harmful finger upon her offspring.

 

So... this  is very hard on her as I am sure it is on any woman and my wife is exceedingly maternal, loving her kids as few do.

 

But, not all is maudlin... good news abounds. My son HAS EATEN!!!

 

This may not sound exciting but imagine if you had never eaten a single thing in your life and you were finally given food.  True, my son has up to 3:00pm today had never tasted sustenance.  They were giving him nutrition through his IV but his stomach has been empty and this has made him irritable as it does to most of us.

 

He ate well and managed to not only eat but BREATHE! Yes, my son is amazingly coordinated although the attending nurses were doubtful.  He ate, and please pardon me as I parrot some phrasology from the N-ICU, 25cc of milk (mom's from a bottle) although the most they were hoping for was 20cc.  At 6:00pm tonight he ate 30cc and at 9:00pm (after I made a quick food drop) he was in the process of downing an astounding 40CC!!!  My son is wonderful.

 

This accomplishment along with his improved breathing and fantastic ability to soil diapers (there is a story to be told about how he tarnished both my wife's and nurse's clothing simultaneously) are putting him on the road to Rialto.  Soon and very soon he might be coming home.  It might be 2 days, 3 days or more but he will be coming home.  YEAH!

 

I'm not sure if anything else happened that I need to inform the world about but if it comes to me I will no doubt relate it.

 

Oh, one last thing.  I have added many more pictures and one of them is my father in the N-ICU.  They forced him to wear a gown and it is really funny. 

 

One MORE thing that Katie and I meant to write. While both of our families' have been incredibly supportive and are doing everything they can to help us and are the best that God could give, Holly Garrett is another hero.  She is not technically family but has still done more for us than we have time to relate.  She is a great person and friend and as always our children love their auntie Ha-Hee.

 

Posted: Saturday, Jun 28 11:43 pm

The night closes in...

The night is nigh and not much has changed... Katie is asleep albeit temporarily and dangers of a neighbor encrouching upon our humble room seem soon to be realized.

 

Riley can now sleep on his back which is indicative of some sort of improvement.  I have added pictures below. 

 

My son is cute.

 

Posted: Friday, Jun 27 9:41 pm

Recent happening... some good... some VERY bad (not to Riley or Katie though)

The day is winding down, the sun is setting, the children are with their grandparents, Riley is getting better and all is slowly becoming right in this world.

 

They have taken the oxygen tubes out!!!! Yipee!  Yes, Riley can now breathe on his own with the aid of those terrible-looking taped-on tubes.  He still has to work very very hard to do it but his oxygen saturation is right at 100%.  WAY TO GO RYE!!!

 

They have also removed the stomach pumper-outer tube that was sucking the air and fluid from his tiny belly.  He has NOT EATEN YET and so they are still feeding him intraveniously but tomorrow they claim that he will have his chance to prove himself as a true trencherman.

 

AND... AND... WE BOTH HELD HIM!!  It was wonderful.  He was so tiny, petite and wonderfully cute and he snarled and scratched at me (perhaps nuzzled and grunted would be more accurate but less colorful) as I officially introduced myself to him.  The time was brief but poinant.  He is lovely... AS ARE MY OTHER CHILDREN (let us not have the gain-sayers claiming preference)!

 

I also went home today which no one but myself cares about and it too was wonderful.  My house was cool, comfortable and most of all had a 24-hour cafeteria easily accessible and self-serving.

 

It was there that my daughter did her deed.

 

She pooed.  She REALLY pooed.

 

She woke out of a dead sleep crying and when I walked into her room the overwhelming atmosphere was that of poo.  The very walls stank of it.  She wept bitterly and upon closer inspection I saw why.  Her clothing, her bedsheets and her dolls were covered in poo... as, of course, was nearly her entire person. 

 

I shrieked and she cried.  I gingerly, oh so gingerly, grasped her shoulders and raced her to the bathtub.  It was halfway there that I saw that her diaper was hanging precariously by one tiny velcro strap (I guess its velcro).

 

Let me remind my dear readers that I do NOT change diapers... not even wet diapers. They frighten me.

 

Anyway, to make the long story very short, I bathed my daughter I did not change her.  The bathtub soon took on the form of a very large toilet... without the advancement of flushing. 

 

This completed, I put a new diaper upon my daughter, liberally filled the air with "scent-o-blackberry" and left the house.

 

I cannot even finish the story.  How upon leaving the Pack and Mail I turned and found my daughter's diaper upon the sidewalk behind us or how at the bank I completely strapped her into her carseat and to turn and step over it nearly under the car and I DEFINATELY won't write that I didn't have any other diapers with me and that diaper also was slightly soiled... no, that is better left unsaid.

 

Anyway, life is progressing and Katie and Riley are improving if my paternal instinct isn't.

Posted: Friday, Jun 27 7:01 pm

Katie is on the move...

They have removed Katie's IV and the other horrible contrivance which enable her to be mobile.  She is now attempting to get out of bed and having proved herself she can then go to the N-ICU to see her offspring.

 

My mother-in-law, father-in-law, son and daughter have just shown up and my daughter is being most bizarre.  Craving her mother's attention, she is being outlandish.  Yelling, screaming, falling off beds and grunting loudly is just a portion of her activities designed to garner the attentions of her mother.

 

I have just seen my son again and while he appears to have grown more cute during the night his condit in one ofion, while slightly improved, is mostly unchanged save the fact that he now resides in one of those baby aquariums.

 

Pictures will follow shortly.

 

Posted: Friday, Jun 27 8:57 am

Friday morning...

The kind nurses have allowed me to prostrate my person upon the neighboring bed in Katie's room all night.  Thusly I was able to nurture, shelter and snore to her all night long.

 

We had several interruptions throughout the night which I managed to ignore, namely Katie's repeated pleas for help (not really).  Now we are awake and await Katie's mobility when she can go see Riley for the first time since the surgery.

 

Posted: Friday, Jun 27 7:02 am

I SERIOUSLY HATE THIS HOSPITAL'S CAFETERIA!!!

I have previously expressed my frustration with the cafeteria here.  It is NEVER open when I go down there and there ARE NOT ALTERNATIVES!  NOT EVEN ACCESSIBLE OR LEGAL VENDING MACHINES!!!  NOTHING! NADA! NYET!!

 

My father asked me when he was here where the cafeteria was but I warned him that it would not be open... he chanced it and went anyway.  To no one's surprise it was not open but some kind soul told him that it would open soon, at 4:00pm.  He thanked them and patiently waited until 4:20pm when common sense told him that the good samaritan was either a fluent liar or a retard.  Seeking alternatives he went to a nearby little shop to get something and found that it CLOSED at 4:00pm!  He did not eat.

 

Just now I left my precious wife to attempt the impossible... that of eating at the cafeteria.  Sure enough it was closed and a kind employee told me it would open at midnight.  YES, MIDNIGHT!  I can understand a hospital cafeteria staying open all night long as it is common place for people such as I to want to eat at odd times but somehow they think that people stuck in a hospital pay attention to a completely random cafeteria schedule and will adjust their attendance to the pain and suffering of their loved ones to accomodate it.  Such arrogance.

 

Anyway, I resignedly went to the little Cafe next door (Cafe Sunshine or something equally smarmy) which, of course, was shouded in steel shutters.  Why must they close their eating establishment with such permanance?  Why not a gentle sign enlightening the starving wretches which throw themselves upon their good graces that they will be returning at a certain hour?  But no... these monsters must pull out the iron curtain with not a clue to be had as to when it might once again be available for patronage. 

 

Dejectedly I then went to the gift shop.  As my beloved readers may have guessed... it was closed.  Undaunted, I thought of the vending machines in a very remote area of the 3rd floor (I had been directed to these once by a kind soul and with the help of a compass, map and sextant actually found them) but realized that I now did not have the proper change.  I went to the front desk and asked if there were a place to get such a thing.

 

Stunned I was to receive the phrase from the oh-so-happy-to-infuriate young lady, "Oh, sorry sir, THOSE vending machines are for employees only." 

 

I stammered, "But... but... there's no where else to go."  She smiled happily and nodded.  "Yep."

 

"But... I'm hungry", I said so pitifully that the unjust judge himself would have give me bread and cheese from his own pantry.

 

Swayed not at all, this wicked women replied, "Well, you can always buy a soda from the machine down the street."

 

"But I don't have change, remember?"

 

She did remember and was pleased.

 

"So there is no place in this entire hospital that I can get one solitary thing to eat?" I cried in desperation. 

 

"That's right," she oh-so-evilly entoned.

 

So here I sit with my stomach cleaving to my backbone, hunger gnawing its way through my vitals, typing these vitriolic words.

 

Beware... say I.   Beware.  And woe... woe be to the hungered who lurk within the grey walls of Riverside Community Hospital.

 

Posted: Thursday, Jun 26 10:58 pm

I just done checked on 'em...

I have returned and am proud.  My son is breathing better.  His respirations are down from 60-90 breaths per minute to 50-70 breaths per minute which is good.  They apparently will not feed a baby which is breathing faster than 60 times per minute as it is likely that they will choke.

 

However, they will NOT feed him tonight... poor child.

 

His oxygen is improving as well.  They have turned the blend down to near zero meaning that the air that is being forced into his nostrils is not pure oxygen.  This is better but it means that he is still not breathing enough on his own.

 

Other factors are positive as well but I can't remember them.

 

Posted: Thursday, Jun 26 8:59 pm

I am about to check on my son...

The N-ICU is closed from 6:30-8:00 both AM and PM.  As it is now 7:52PM that leaves me with 8 minutes before I can visit him and bring tidings of his health to Katie and family.  I will bring him love and compassion from the great store house of both located in room XXXX (hidden from the public) in Riverside Community Hospital.

 

Bid me safe passage and God speed.

 

Posted: Thursday, Jun 26 7:52 pm

MY CHILD IS BORN!! (he's in ICU but he's here)

Well, the deed is done. The surgery is over, Katie is in recovery and the baby is being taken care of.

 

To get it out of the way, the baby is a boy, weighs 7 pounds 3 ounces and is 19 3/4 inches long. His name is Riley Colt Booker but unlike his name suggests he does not appear, at least at this juncture to be the manly of body and soul individual that was expected. He is strapping compared to my other children at birth but alas, it is his innards that are of concern.

 

He is not breathing well. At all.  In fact, after some concern in the surgery room they took him to the nursery where the typical proceedings began. They weighed him, measure him, heated him and then proceeded to rattle, pat, shake, jerk and then beat him (in a loving sort of way I’m sure) in an attempt to get him to cry and clear his lungs of the debris he had gathered during the delivery. They failed and thus the somewhat somber part of my story begins.

 

The nurse in the well nursery (incidentally the same one who helped with my daughter) began noticing signs of distress and without trying to alarm me began to administer oxygen and perform a variety of interesting (also infuriating to a new father) procedures upon my son’s frail form.

 

At one point she even had to run across the nursery to take care of another child and yelled to me, “Dad, dad… make him cry! Move him around, tickle his feet.”

 

Since my only experience with making children cry involved giving them a sharp rap across the posterior to right a variety of wrongs I really was at a loss at what I was to do. I tried… really I did but was apparently inadequate as she soon came back, asked me to move and took over once again. 

 

She apparently didn’t want me to worry about the travesty she was about to perform so she quietly turned to me and explained. “This really won’t hurt him. It is soft rubber and is only used to break up the moisture in his lungs”. She then began to beat him about the chest and abdomen with said object. Riley (my son) was unfazed. Soon the nurse gave up and with grace called a NICU nurse who quickly observed him and was soon shuttling him off to the NICU.

 

My head spinning I followed this nurse, who incidentally turned out to be the most annoying person I have ever met. She was large, bell-cowish and really did try to be nice but it didn’t quite work. She was syrupy, not nice… if I can proffer that distinction. But that is a side-note, this woman took him away.

 

Soon there were three people crowded around my child hooking electrodes, stomach tubes, IVs, and oxygen tubes to his fragile body. There was a rush of bodies, a swirl of electronics and mounting gloom.

 

After the smoke cleared they explained.

 

Apparently his lungs were not developed enough to breathe on his own so they were trying to jump-start him with oxygen and massages which did not work. They then took him to intensive care where they have the machinery to monitor him more carefully. His oxygen level should have been at 100 but his poor little under-developed lungs could only get it to 85. He would grunt but not cry no matter what they did to him.

 

They have a 4-6 hour window after delivery in which the baby can make a turn-around and be returned to the well nursery but alas, my poor little boy won’t be doing this. Since he missed his window of opportunity they will keep him in intensive care until he is ready to leave the hospital which should be in two days. Ideally Katie and Riley will leave together.

 

So, that is that. I have returned and seen my lovely child once more but no further developments have arisen.

 

Until then…

 

Posted: Thursday, Jun 26 6:02 pm

The time is near(er)...

We are just waiting but am afraid that now I will have to put up the computer as the time is growing nigh.  I will need to be dressed and have everything stowed by the time they come as time, tide and doctors wait for no man.

 

I will write soon... I think, unless the frenzy of the moment doesn't allow me to write for a long time.

 

Oh well, whatever will be will be.

Posted: Thursday, Jun 26 12:48 pm

Icky-tasting non-nauseating stuff...

The nurse just gave Katie some really nasty stuff to make her not be sick in surgery.  Does it make sense to give someone something that makes them sick so they won't be sick later?

 

While she didn't enjoy the taste she endured it with great fortitude.

 

Holly Garrett just showed which is helping bolster Katie's flagging confidence.

 

We are waiting... just waiting.

 

Countdown... 25 minutes.

  

Posted: Thursday, Jun 26 12:36 pm

The pre-surgery prep is happening...

They have brought out my nice clothes that I have to wear during the surgery and the anesthesiologist has come in and consulted with Katie, looked down her throat (for some reason) and asked a million and one questions.

 

They say in 50-70 minutes her surgery will begin.  Since it is now 12:15pm that would be between 1:05 and 1:25pm.

 

It couldn't be soon enough for us.

Posted: Thursday, Jun 26 12:11 pm

Surgery Time is set - between 1:00pm and 1:15pm

The nurse came in and told us that the surgery time has been set between 1:00pm and 1:15pm.  We are not sure if they move the other 1:00pm surgery time until after Katie's but either way we are happy.

Posted: Thursday, Jun 26 11:36 am

No developments...

Katie is in pain from the most recently added "machinery" and nothing new has happened...

In lieu of this I have a funny picture.

 

Posted: Thursday, Jun 26 11:09 am

Ouch... more machinery

They have just hooked Katie up to several more machines... the anticipated IV and another dreadful device too frightful to relate or even contemplate.  Suffice it to say, it is painful.

 

The nurse has just told us that Katie's good doctor has two scheduled c-sections today, one at 11:30am and one at 1:00pm.  As he doesn't want to bump either one of these, they are trying to have Katie last until the 1:00 surgery has passed.

Posted: Thursday, Jun 26 10:34 am

The nurse arrives...

Apparently upon our last visit they had completed all the paperwork necessary for the surgery as they anticipated it being necessary then.  Prehaps that will help speed things up this time?

 

The nurse, one Rosie by name, has come in and hooked Katie up to a variety of machinery.  A blood pressure cuff, a finger thingy, 2 contraction monitors and no doubt the IV will be coming soon.

Posted: Thursday, Jun 26 10:04 am

In the C-Section room... once again

We have just all arrived at the hospital, Katie, Logan, Trystan, my mother-in-law and myself.  They put us directly in the C-section pre-surgery room but DO NOT KNOW WHEN THINGS WILL HAPPEN!

 

I assure you we will keep everyone posted.

 

Posted: Thursday, Jun 26 9:52 am

Today BETTER be it...

Katie is having contractions 5 minutes apart now... as I am already in Riverside, her mother who came down last night from Fresno is bringing her to the Riverside Community Hospital to meet me.

 

This will no doubt be an exciting if stressfull time as I am having to push customers off who I promised to visit.  I hope they are understanding.

 

Posted: Thursday, Jun 26 8:46 am

Tomorrow may be the day

Well, Katie went in to her oh-so-beloved doctor today and after he consulted with a specialist he told her that while he was not completely comfortable with the state of the baby's lung that if Katie came in again with contractions that he would not stop her but would go ahead and take the baby!

 

To Katie, of course, this means tomorrow as her contractions have begun again.

 

Also, the good doctor told Katie that he would be gone on vacation all next week which highly encouraged her to plan a visit soon.

 

Wish us well.

 

Posted: Wednesday, Jun 25 12:45 pm

We are home now

We left the hospital, stopped for a bite to eat (against my very strong objections) and came home. 

 

Katie now resides, belly protruding in the recliner depression plainly featured in her face.

 

One of these days we will have this kid.  We don't know when... but one of these days...

 

Posted: Friday, Jun 20 10:16 pm

We are going home!

Well... they are satisfied.  Katie's contractions are stopped and we are leaving this horrible, horrible place.

 

I am angry, tired, worn, weary and weak.  I want to leave, so leave we shall.

 

Incidentally, we just had a doctor come in our room and tell Katie she had hepetitis.  He was telling us what he called good news, that her enzymes were going down but...   Here I cut him off very abruptly and asked him what on earth he was talking about.  He was confused and asked if Katie was Yvonne, which luckily she wasn't.  I asked him not to do that to us and to leave which he did.

 

Also, David and Stephanie just showed up.  Just in time to see us off.

 

Posted: Friday, Jun 20 8:09 pm

Ho hum news

Well, the nurse arrives again.  She says the contractions are coming every thirty minutes and when they are stretched to one hour, they will send Katie home.

 

Uh... slight update.

 

She even more recently said that for the next four hours they are going to have Katie only on the TB pills... no shots.  If the contractions are delayed they will send her bye bye.

 

Of course right now I am in the surprisingly open cafeteria just finishing a fantastic meal of Doritos and fake pizza.

 

Posted: Friday, Jun 20 6:03 pm

Well... it doesn't look like a baby today

The nurse just told Katie to go ahead and order some food for lunch.  Bummer...

 

This means that they have NO intention of performing surgery any time soon as they don't allow you to eat for a considerable period before surgery.

 

Once again, Katie is not happy.

 

They just gave her another TB pill and some ice chips in an effort to soften her up before telling her that they might have to keep her here ALL NIGHT!

 

Need I repeat that she isn't happy?

 

Posted: Friday, Jun 20 2:44 pm

Nothing has changed

Once again we are playing the waiting game.  Nothing is changing.

 

Contractions are still happening though with lessening frequency.

 

Katie at this point would probably lie and say that she is still having them just to get it over with but the monitor is keeping her honest.

 

Incidentally, Katie has had four IV aborted or otherwise and three shots.  She looks and feels like a pincushion.

 

Posted: Friday, Jun 20 12:30 pm

I abominate hospital cafeterias!

THIS ONE IN PARTICULAR!  I have come down to this cafeteria at least ten times in my life throughout Katie's last two pregnancies and have found it open ONE TIME!

 

I have no idea what the hours are, there are no signs telling me what the hours are and the worker bees are angry and inhospitable, sullen and uncooperative.

 

THIS IS A HOSPITAL!  PEOPLE ARE HERE AT WEIRD HOURS!  OPEN THE STUPID GATES!

 

Any way, they have a little shop with edibles nearby (also usually closed) which I thought was open.  There was a large line already formed in front of it and you can imagine my consternation when I saw the sign causing the pile-up "On break.  Will Return at 9:45".  The most annoying thing about this sign was that it was 9:50 already with no sign of stirring.

 

It finally opened, the line moved and I, noticing a sign advertising Subway sandwiches asked for one.  THEY DIDN'T HAVE ANY!!

 

I had to order a grossly overpriced cinnamon roll and what the ignorant lady called their only "soft drink"... lemonade.  I assume this lemonade as dispensed from a machine but no, she pulled a bottle from a refrigerator.  It was a nasty natural fruit juice and it wasn't even lemonade it was LIMEADE!!!

 

My anger knows no bounds... I am as angry as Katie now.

 

Posted: Friday, Jun 20 10:06 am

Crushing news from the doc...

The nurse just came in and informed us that the good doctor has decided NOT TO TAKE THE BABY TODAY!!!! KATIE IS FURIOUS! ANGER RADIATES FROM HER EVERY PORE!

 

He has decided to put her on TB protocal which is alternating TB shots and pills every so often.  This means they will keep her in the hospital all day today but will do everything in their power to send her home in one piece.  They have also decided to put her on an IV.  I have no idea why.

 

Katie does NOT agree with this decision.

 

Also, I have just watched the nurse attempt to put the IV in three diferent times WITHOUT success.  Katie feels like a pincushion.

 

Posted: Friday, Jun 20 9:21 am

Nothing has changed

at all...

 

Posted: Friday, Jun 20 9:01 am

The 2nd shot is in

They have just given Katie the 2nd TB shot (not tuberculosis) in hope of slowing the contractions.  We are not sure if its working yet but hope to soon.  Time will tell.

 

The contractions were happening every 3-5 minutes upon arrival and now are ever 3-7 minutes.  Progress?  Not according to Katie. If they send her home she could be suicidal. 

 

We shall keep a close watch upon her.

 

Posted: Friday, Jun 20 8:42 am

The doctor is here...

The good doctor just walked in, took one look at the contraction print-out and said "oh my".

 

That didn't sound good.

 

He told the nurse to give Katie a couple of shots of terbutaline and if it didn't stop the contractions they would do the c-section today. He said we would know by noon.

 

The nurses is giving her the shot as I write.

 

Posted: Friday, Jun 20 8:15 am

The nurse arrives

The nurse has just arrived and hooked Katie up to the monitors.  The baby's heartbeat now fills the room with a booming rhythm.

 

They have also check Katie and found that she is dilated to a 1.5.  Hmmmmmm.......  What does this mean?  I really don't have the foggiest idea.

 

Posted: Friday, Jun 20 8:07 am

Here it finally is... we think....

We have just arrived at Riverside Community Hospital.  Katie lies in a bed near me face spasming periodically as contractions wrack her body.  We anxiously await the arrival of the nurse who will hook her up to the machines, run various tests and finally consult with her doctor as to direction this day will take us.

 

Will this be it?  Will this be the day unlike the many, many other days we have experienced where we DON'T get sent home?  We pray not... or do we?

 

You see we are torn.  We would love for this terrible weight to be lifted (both the weight of the enormous belly and the trauma of 9 weeks bedrest) but we have a problem.

 

They ran a test recently, Wednesday to be exact, which would tell us if the babies lungs were developed and the results are in.  They are not.

 

I don't know exactly what it all means but the babies lungs are at a 1.4 where 2 would be fully developed.  The good doctor has told us that it could take a week and a half to two weeks to achieve full development but again there is a wrench in the mix.  Katie is having contractions ever increasing in  frequency and intensity which could conceivably result in rupturing the scars from the previous c-sections.  Thus the problem.

 

Can we postpone the inevitable?  Do we want to?  Do we endanger Katie's and the baby's health for the health of the baby's lungs? What do we do... what do we do?

 

We will find out soon no doubt.

 

Posted: Friday, Jun 20 7:53 am