I was going to write about my amazing day yesterday. I really was. I should have written about it yesterday when it was still really fresh and the first thing on my mind.

But now, other things have taken that space.

My brother in law’s grandfather (88 years old) was found on the floor in his house today by his daughter. He was alive, but I don’t know his status yet. Only that he’s been taken to the hospital.

And about 30 minutes ago, my sister in law came over to give my wife and 4 month old baby a ride to Scottish Rite.

Sophia had RSV at 18 days of age which is very dangerous. She was effectively (based on her due date) about four days old at the time. The trouble with RSV is that it can turn into pneumonia or many other respiratory illnesses in no time, especially in the first year.

We were told that if she had anything cold-like to keep a very close eye on her for changes, as they could come suddenly.

She had a croupy kind of weird cough Thursday night and Friday, so the wife took her to the doctor Friday afternoon. We were told that she had a cold, but to keep an eye on it and treat her with albuterol when we felt it was needed, which we did a couple of times each day.

Tonight she was coughy but okay up until around 6pm. By 8pm, her cough got more frequent and more severe, including crying jags that lasted a good while and during which she couldn’t breathe at all. It got to the point that she would only stop crying and choking in a full upright position and being held.

At that point, the wife called her sister, who came to get them both and drive them to the hospital.

I know she has pneumonia and / or fluid in the lungs. You can feel and hear that it’s more than phlegm and crap like that.

I don’t know why I wrote this since I don’t know anything yet and won’t know for hours, but I just thought I would, figuring it might make me feel better.

It didn’t.