My oldest daughter is home from the hospital. Her lungs are sounding much clearer and she's full of her usual energy. Actually, by the time I got to see her in the hospital on Friday, I could already tell she was feeling much better. We went for a walk around the hospital and she posed for the picture above with dancing statues. Other than the hospital bracelet on one wrist and the IV heplock on their other, you'd never have known she was sick. She told the nurse that she'd taken a vote and that, "the disease lost." Although coughing a lot at that point, her snarkiness was back and I knew she was recovering.
All those prayers certainly helped, as well as the albuterol, oxygen and antibiotics they filled her up with.
As for the rest of the crew -- my oldest never got sick, my middle daughter got pneumonia as well, but not as bad, and the other three all got fevers but it didn't attack their lungs.
In the midst of all that, the radiator on my husband's car blew and our air conditioning went out, but everything is fixed now. We certainly got a big dose of misery all at once, but it is nice to be out from under the cloud for a few days and with the hope that the sun will shine for a while.
Two bright spots -- birthdays for my two youngest, who are now three and one! I say it every year, but where does the time go?