{"id":1097,"date":"2011-03-12T21:18:50","date_gmt":"2011-03-13T04:18:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.maliamoore.org\/?p=1097"},"modified":"2011-03-12T21:18:50","modified_gmt":"2011-03-13T04:18:50","slug":"heading-home-at-last","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.maliamoore.org\/?p=1097","title":{"rendered":"Heading Home at Last!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>February 17th, 2011<\/p>\n<p>It took me 11 days to get over the flu. Now after 51 days at two different hospitals I am finally getting the okay to go home. We left CIMA at 3pm and headed to the hotel to spend one night before heading back home!\u00a0 I am feeling better, breathing great and my grandma and\u00a0I have a plane ticket booked\u00a0on Sansa to get me home fast. I was a little cranky the past few days but then hey who would not be little grumpy after all I have been through! My dad is driving home and taking an early ferry to be at home when we arrive!! I cant believe this is actually happening. Is it true? YEAH!! I get to go home!!! \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n<p>Grandma Marg and I checked out of the hotel and headed to the airport. We were flying our local puddle jumper that mom and I have always taken together. Once we\u00a0 board the\u00a0plane I\u00a0 fall asleep. I am really tired right now and sleeping in my grandma&#8217;s arms. We start to go down the run way, my mom looks in fear at my grandma and says &#8220;are we making the right choice?&#8221; &#8220;Should I tell the pilot to stop the plane?&#8221; Obviously mom is having her doubts about leaving the city and going back out to the jungle where we live.<\/p>\n<p>Well grandma and mom decide it is too late we are going\u00a0home so up in the air we went. The next thing you now I go into an even deeper sleep. I am turning a pale white color. Mom is pushing on my toes to see if there is color in my feet. There is no color. My mom whips out the oxygen meter and my oxygen\u00a0before going\u00a0up in the air\u00a0was at 95% and now it is at 72%. This is the time when grandma and mom really begin to panic. I mean what do we\u00a0do? I have no oxygen up there. My lungs are working on overtime to pump air into me. I just want to sleep. Thank\u00a0the Lord, that the flight is only 25 minutes long. Yes I was without\u00a0a good supply of oxygen for that long. My mom\u00a0and grandma are just as pale as me.\u00a0After going down my O2 has gone back up into the 80&#8217;s. Paw Paw\u00a0Brown is waiting to pick\u00a0us up at the airport.\u00a0 We get in the car with him only to find out the airconditioner in his car is broken. I mean it is really hot and dusty here right now and a major climate change for me after being in San Jose for so long.\u00a0Mom just wants to get me home and get me\u00a0on some oxygen. Bump bump bump goes the ride home mom and me skin to skin and sweating!<\/p>\n<p>Luisa, and Bismark are home to greet us and of course Selva and Indio were thrilled to see us! I wish I was feeling a little better but I am exhausted. Dad just called mom and he is 15 minutes from home with the oxygen machine. Dad gets home rushes upstairs and I finally begin to get a good flow of oxygen in me. My O2 goes back up into the 90&#8217;s and right now I just need to take a good nap and breathe in the O2. I sleep for a few more hours and then we tested my oxygen on my own and I am now breathing good again. Whew, that was a close call. Would have been a good idea for one of the docs to mention to me that flying in an unpressurized plane at this moment was not a good idea. Nonetheless I am home and am so thankful for that!\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Love Malia<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>February 17th, 2011 It took me 11 days to get over the flu. Now after 51 days at two different hospitals I am finally getting the okay to go home. We left CIMA at 3pm and headed to the hotel to spend one night before heading back home!\u00a0 I am feeling better, breathing great and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1097","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.maliamoore.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1097","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.maliamoore.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.maliamoore.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.maliamoore.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.maliamoore.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1097"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.maliamoore.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1097\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1101,"href":"https:\/\/blog.maliamoore.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1097\/revisions\/1101"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.maliamoore.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1097"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.maliamoore.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1097"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.maliamoore.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1097"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}