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has never felt so good. I know most of you are out of the loop, solely because there just wasn't time/energy to call everyone and tell them the situation. But here is what we have been doing the past week. Last wednesday night (a week ago), Mallory started acting fussy. Not terrible, just couldn't get her settled down. This continued through the night to the point that she didn't want to be touched with out screaming. I tried to burp her and she went nuts - we stripped her down thinking something was wrong with her back and it was covered by large red rash. So off to the doc we went. Thankfully our doc has walk in hours every morning from 8 - 10 am, we were the first ones there. Sadly, Mallory was running a fever - 100.8. Doctor basically said, with 9 day olds and fevers, we send you directly to the children's hospital. What? I was thinking they were going to tell me she was colicky or gassy or something and now we are headed to the children's hospital. Not really something you want to hear. Of course, I started bawling instantly. This was the start of many episodes of crying. So we get in the car and head to the hospital. Thankfully, we still had family in town, so there was someone to look after Keira. Get to the hospital and they tell us that they will have to take blood and urine (she had to be catheterized) for cultures and do a spinal tap. A spinal tap? On my 9 day old child? OMG. Seriously, I have been a wreck before, but it didn't even compare to this. So they take her from us to go and do these things. Oh and they have to place an iv because they will preventively treat with antibiotics while waiting for test results. This should all take about 30 minutes. Doc comes back after 30 says they got all blood, urine, spinal fluid they need and will start to try to grow the cultures - it takes 48 hours. Means we will be here at least 48 hours. Ugh. Says they are still trying to get iv in, she'll be back soon. 2 hours later they finally bring her back, extremely apologetically - they couldn't get the iv in. Had to take her to an anestesologist to get it in. She is bruised all over - both hands, on arm, both feet. Finally got it in the side of her foot. And now we just wait. She ends up having to go on oxygen because her pulse ox was in the low 80s with out it, they like it to be above 92. The doctor doesn't really give a lot of guesses as to what it could be, but said it could just be a viral infection or some kind of bacterial infection. Could also be the flu, and they give her tamiflu preventively as well as that test takes 24 hours. So again, we wait. She is still feeling miserable, doesn't want to be held, she is hooked up to all kinds of machines, it is just the saddest thing ever. I will spare you all the details, but after 48 hours, the test showed nothing growing, which indicated virus. Which was really the best case scenario. Then we just had to get her off oxygen to go home. But at about 50 hours they came back and said, well, something started to grow now. WTH? Doc said could be a contaminate from drawing the sample, so we have to wait another 24 hours to see. And they have to take more blood so they can see if it is an infection, if the drugs they have been using are treating it. UGH. I just wanted to go home and thought we were so close. Anyhow, long story short, it was a contaminate, so just a virus she had. We finally got to go home with a much happier and fever free baby on Sunday. We couldn't leave fast enough. So so so so glad to be home. Now we are just trying to be normal again and enjoy our two little kiddos. I hope to post some pictures soon. We are just trying to get into a routine.