Pneumatic MRSA :: From nightmare to healing

Here are a few pictures from our stay at the hospital this week, taking all measures to figure out what was causing Annabelle's sustained high fevers and pain for the previous twelve days. After dozens of tests, an MRI finally pinpointed two small pockets of MRSA in the depths of her lungs. We are on the road towards recovery.

The distance and change of perspective offered by photography provided occasional respite.

Our arrival at the hospital. Annabelle loved her colorful, 100% polyester, unmatched hospital pajamas. You can see my bed there in the corner, but I never slept in it. Instead I climbed up into the crib and curled my body around Annabelle while she slept...


Annabelle learned two new words in the hospital: television and video. Here we see the early effects of Winnie the Pooh.


The MRI was a very involved and overwhelming procedure. Complete sedation, intubation, in a room without mom and dad - you can see the anxiety on Dave's face as he carries Annabelle to Radiology.




Waking up from the MRI. That's the (very wonderful and sympathetic) Anesthesiologist on the right.


Sleeping after some very difficult procedures, with more yet to come. Insomnia and anxiety plagued me during the quiet moments in our little quarantined room in the pediatrics wing.