February 18th 2011
My first night at home I slept between my mom and dad. What a wonderful feeling to be snuggled next to them and not sleeping alone in a hospital bed. I slept really good and woke up in pretty good spirits. We all slept in late and had a late breakfast and took the day slow and easy. I was happy all day. We went for a stroll around the property, hung out in the hammock and just took in being back at home. It is sure hot here though! Mid February in Delicias is not at all like it is in San Jose. I will adjust though I am use to this heat!
On Saturday I am not having such a good day. I am crying alot. Everytime I wake up I cry. I am not feeling so good again. My tummy is making all kinds of noises and I am having bad stomach pains. Mom, dad, and grandma are trying everything to keep me happy but even though they put forth a good effort nothing is making me happy. I continue to pretty much cry on and off all day. Later that night my grandpa came over and we decided to let him have a try at keeping me calm. He did a good job on holding me in the rocking chair although I am just not comfortable. I am not sleeping well either. I don’t have such a good night and wake up that morning at 3am crying. Mom decides at 4:30am to take me in my stroller and try and calm me down. That worked for a while, but she could not stop strolling me or I would start crying again. At this time my parents are on the phone with Jose our friend and my respiratory therapist. Mom is asking who is in the ER. We are starting to think that I may have to take another trip back to the hospital.
On Sunday my attitude does not change much if anything I am crying more. As I have heard my parents say before there is nothing worse than a baby that is crying all the time, it tests the patience of even a saint. I finally take a nap around 1pm and do not wake up till 4pm. Everyone is thinking my long nap will have done me good and that I wont be crying as much. Well that did not happen I woke up crying and mad. Now it is 5pm and getting dark and everyone is getting very concerned. Mom is back on the phone again and this time asking about chartering a plane from the hospital to take me back. We talked with Dr. Zuniga a great doc and friend of mine and he says he can come get us in a helicopter. Planes can’t fly at night into Tambor as there are no lights on the runway. The helicopter would have to land at the local soccer field in Cobano and charge a small fee of $4,500 to fly at night. Dr. Zuniga tells my parents to wait it out and fly first thing in the morning.
We schedule the plane to meet us at Tambor at 6:30am. I sleep okay thru the night. Mom and grandma have talked my dad into staying home and taking care of our nursery. We have had lots of clients waiting for our return. Dad does not want to stay but mom and grandma insist. Looks like this is going be a girl’s trip. Dad takes us to the runway strip and there waiting for us is a jet. Since I can’t fly in an unpressurized cabin the jet was the best choice. Jose gets off the plane in his jump suit, looking quite dapper and comes over to get me. They put me in the plane on a gurney. This is a medical airplane and is equipped with everything we would need in case we run into problems. Of course this morning I am in a great mood and not crying at all. My mom and grandma are looking at me like who is this kid? Where is the crying baby? The ride in was beautiful. Grandma was able to sit up front with the pilot and be copilot! Mom was in the back with me, Jose and another doctor. We were in San Jose in twenty minutes. They had an ambulance waiting for me. We had a fast ride to the hospital and there everyone was waiting for me again at the emergency room. I can only hope this is a quick trip to the hospital and nothing too serious!
Love Malia