We got the kids down early Friday night to rest before our adventure to Disney today. I really wanted Myra to rest some because she had been dealing with a bit of a cold- nothing too serious. But then midnight rolled around... And wheezing came... And scary breathing came.
”This isn’t good. This isn’t normal”. The Holy Ghost said it to me loud and clear.
But then I said, “She’ll be ok. And went to bed.”
I awoke at 2 am to Myra shrieking the best she could and ran to her room. She was breathing rapidly, sweating, crying, hot, and had a crackly wheeze.
He spoke to me again, “This is not good. This is not right.”
I nodded my head. “You are darn right!”
I scooped her up into my arms and frantically woke up Jordan... I handed her over and made him take her to the hospital.
As soon as they got to the hospital her breathing got worse and she started having retractions. Her oxygen levels were low and heart rate high so they admitted her and almost 24 hours later... we are still here and she is tangled up in cords.