[/caption]This morning something mysterious was found on a chest x-ray of Ellie's lungs. (I suspect the spot was pancakes, but no one will back me up on that.) She had been coughing a bit. Then she ran a fever. Her sodium is on the rise (156, average range 135-145). Thus all hope was lost of us actually going home today. Ben and I decided to get a little exercise and retail therapy while taking advantage of St. Vincent de Paul's new Sunday hours. (I found some exceedingly cute baby clothes, which Ben helped me pick out.)
By the time Ben, Lotta, and I arrived at the hospital, Ellie had made a turn around was sitting up in bed and her fever had broken. Dr. Iskandar (neurosurgeon/king of the hospital) stopped by to check on Ellie and it was as if this morning never even happened. Which often seems to be the case when we see Dr. Iskandar, Ellie's doing horribly, we see Dr. Iskandar and suddenly she is completely back to her perky self. I thought it might be helpful if he moved in with us to see if that trend continues. For some reason, he laughed at that suggestion.
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