Is this real life?

There must be something about her birthday that makes her feel the need to be in the hospital scaring the spit out of mommy and daddy.

Cuz, that's what she did.

Okay, to be fair it was the day after her birthday.  We went to the doctor to have her rather nasty sounding cough checked out.  I've done this a few times this winter and expected the same answer as before (that she's fine and we just need to wait it out).  No such luck.  7 hours in the hospital later, we were back on oxygen with a very tired little sickie.

Yeah, that tank is huge.  When she came home on oxygen last year, we only had the small tanks... which worked because she was only on a tiny little whiff.  She's on a bit more now, so this baby is now sitting in our hallway with tubing rolled all over the apartment (it's kind of sweet not to have to carry a tank every time we move her).

Luckily, we've got a tough little girl that will be healthy again soon and some amazing friends who brought us food so we can easily avoid the whole "oxygen in the kitchen" thing.  (The rule 6-8 feet away from the stove is tough when that part of your your apartment isn't much bigger than that.)

The parallels to last year are kind of funny.  We'll laugh about it someday.

Unexpected hospital visit?  Check
Oxygen?  Check
Anni cancelling a big trip?  Check

Ah... life.  And I'm going to end on a non-canula'd face, because hopefully we'll be back there soon.