I got a phone call from my ex around 5 am. She said she was going to be taking our daughter to the emergency room because she was having trouble breathing. I was so out of it, it didn't totally register at the time, but I said something along the lines of "Okay, hurry up and go!" because I heard Jordyn wheezing in the background.
I then tried to go back to sleep with limited success, because I was worrying about my little girl and waiting for a follow up call.
You may ask, "Why didn't you go to the hospital as well?" The answer is, "Because I was without a car."
On Friday Heather told me that her coolant warning light was on as she was driving home from picking up Justin from school and while she had been waiting for him to come out she thought there might have been smoke coming from under the hood of her car. I didn't get around to looking at it until Sunday, about five hours before she had to leave for work and all I expected to have to do was add some coolant. Instead I found out that something in her coolant system has indeed gone blooey. It doesn't appear to be the radiator, judging by the pattern of coolant on the underside of the hood. It seems to have something to do with the coolant reservoir or perhaps the hose that runs from it.
But I'm not a mechanic and our mechanic doesn't work on Sunday.
Add to that the possibility that she may still be under warranty and it could be covered and repaired for free, in which case we have to take it in to Saturn. If not, then it's going to our guy ASAP.
Anyhow, that meant Heather needed to borrow my car last night so she could go to work which left me no way of getting to the hospital. If I got a follow up call saying that Jordyn was in real bad shape I would have found a way. In the meantime I tried to sleep.
The follow up call came around 7 am.
My ex told me that they tried to give Jordyn medicine that would help her breathing she threw up. They gave her some water and she threw up again. Since she wasn't keeping down anything they were going to put her on an IV. That reminded me of when Justin had pneumonia at the age of 3, and we stayed in the hospital with him for three days.
When Heather got home I told her what had happened, and then Justin and I went to the hospital to see how Jordyn was doing. Heather couldn't go because she had to sleep since she works tonight as well.
When we got there we saw that she had fallen asleep, and as there were only two chairs in the room my ex and her friend let Justin and I have them since they had been there the whole time and were ready for a break so they went out into the waiting room while we sat with Jordyn.
Jordyn's arm that the IV was in was hanging off the side of the bed a bit, so I sat down next to her and held her hand until she woke about about 20 minutes later.
She was very happy to see me and Justin. Her voice was very croaky. The nurse brought her a cup of ice water and encouraged her to try a bit of it to see if she could keep it down. Then I read to her from 'Ellen Tebbits' – a book that she got from her grandmother for Christmas – for another 20 minutes or so.
After that the nurse came back in, took Jordyn's vital signs, removed the IV and had her get up and walk a bit to make sure she wasn't dizzy. I signed the release paperwork and we went out to the waiting room where her mom and her mom's friend were waiting. Jordyn had to wear the hospital gown home because her shirt was covered in vomit and her mom didn't think to tell me to bring a new one when I was on the phone. But then I didn't think to ask if they needed anything either. Jordyn still had a fever of 101, but was in much better spirits and could at least breathe. I called a bit ago to find out how she was doing and her mom said that she wanted to go to school because today is Art day. I said to let her know that we would do an art project when I got home, and I hope that satisfies her.
Also on Sunday I filmed Trevor getting the Robot tattoo. It's going to take awhile for me to edit the movie because I'm having to teach myself iMovie as I go. It's a bit bloody in spots. He said afterward that he was annoyed with himself for bleeding so much. I pointed out that it was out of his control, to which he said "For now."
And finally, here are a few links to interesting things I have found that you might also enjoy:
Cure writer's block at Language is a Virus... (found at Lifehacker.com)
Find inspiration at Story Squared.... (found at Lifehacker.com)
Explore the 101 Projects for Artists and Illustrators over at DaniDraws.com... (found at boingboing.com)
Or relieve some stress using some of the 52 proven stress reducers. (found at Lifehacker.com) This one I really should bookmark, or perhaps have it tattooed to my chest.
Take care and I'll post at you again later in the week.