This picture was taken 10 days ago (you don’t want to see me now).

While Quinn is typically the more dramatic of the two of us, I’ve taken drastic measures today to ensure i get the majority of attention on our 1.5 year birthday (Oct 18).

Mom brought me into the hospital yesterday morning for wheezing and labored breathing. As you can imagine, my P’s got it down pat and know exactly when we need medical attention or simply a home treatment. Unfortunately, I got worse while in the hospital that day instead of better. (This pneumonia is really tough.) By nighttime, I was grunting with every very labored breath and the doctors were not at all pleased with my behavior. I was moved to the PICU (pediatric intensive care unit) for closer observation (I get my own nurse full time!), and I proceeded to need more intervention.

At midnight last night, they made the decision to intubate me (aka, put me on a respirator). I was just simply pooping out and even started to turn blue as they were prepping for the procedure. So, that made everyone feel better knowing that we were doing the right thing by intubation. I gotta say, I had some major flashbacks to my first days in this world as I saw the tube getting closer to my mouth, but i accepted it because, quite franky, I needed a little help.

Since then, I’ve been waking up every now and then, thrashing and fighting to get this tube out of my throat (not to mention the other MANY things sticking out of me), but i’m quickly addressed (i.e. sedated).

The people here are the bomb, and while i’d love to be able to run the halls like Quinn did when he was here, I’m told it’s just not in the cards right now and that i need to be patient (no timeline given). All’s I gotta say, is it’s a good thing they’ve got me in here instead of Quinn, as he’s got the patience of an I-don’t-know-what.

But I”ll be running those halls in no time.
Coop

P.S. Mom and dad say thanks for all the positive thoughts. Peace out.