So things have been a little out of whack lately.  I sure have spent my time in the hospital scene in the last two weeks.  There is way to many things to write in detail, however, I will do my best to catch everyone up to speed.

So Reilly and I were so excited about heading to Arkansas for two weeks while Nathan was away in training in Texas. We were flying out on a Thursday morning.  The night before we were head to the airport Reilly had gotten extremely sick from something he ate.  He may have even had some kind of 24hr bug, I am not for sure.  All I know is that baby was throwing up everything on his stomach.  As the evening went by he did gradually get better.  He wouldn't eat pizza for a week!  Which is forever in Reilly's world.  So the morning came to fly out.  Reilly had so much fun flying.  There is nothing like watching his excitement as we took off in the airplane.  Now, Reilly has flown several times, but he is just now at the age were he remembers things.  He was so good for me too.  The airport was a little tricky because he tends to be a little poky, but we managed to get to each terminal just fine.

So we got to Arkansas on Thursday.  We had a fairly busy weekend from there.  Everything seemed to go ok. That Saturday, Reilly got to race in the Pine Wood Derby at the church.  He thought is was so much fun!  He even won a few races.  Sunday clicked by just like a charm.  It was so nice to see everyone at church too.

That Monday, however, was the end of our easy days.  Cathy and I started out doing a little shopping around and sight seeing.  Reilly was a little restless and complained of having a tummy ache.  That tummy ache turned in to an ear infection and we ended up the ER (our insurance will not pay unless we go to the ER when we are out of state or if we have a referral which takes several days to process) that afternoon. 

So Reilly got sent home with some antibiotics and things were ok  for Reilly for the next couple of days.  He still was sluggish, but managed until Friday.  That Friday and Saturday was a BOOGGER!  That poor baby started running a fever that would range between 102-104.  We didn't want to run back to the ER so quickly, so we did a lot of home remedies and over the counter medicine.  Since Reilly had a viral infection (which we knew it wasn't a bacterial infecection because of the anitbotics) we knew there was nothing the Doctor could do for him.  So as long as we were able to keep his fever down we stayed away from the ER.  The fever resided late Saturday, but he developed the Croup Cough, which sounds a lot like a seal bark that is deep and dry.  Very sad to listen too. He would cough so hard!  I was so worried even though his fever never returned.  That cough was TERRIBLE!  The cough went on to that Monday right past a Happy Mother's Day for me.  Nights were extremely bad.  Reilly would wake up and act like he couldn't breathe because his throat(voice box area) was swollen and he was panicky. Sunday night was enough to make me decided to take him back to the ER on Monday.

With that story aside for the moment, other things began to brew.  My grandpa had hurt his back (sciatica nerve was pinched).  So I was already scheduled to take my grandpa to the ER to check out what happened to his back.  We were there until noon.  Not a lot was resolved for my grandpa, but it was terrible to watch him go through so much pain! 

When I got home, Reilly seem to be coughing pretty bad.  So to the ER I went again.  The ER was SO packed.  We had 10 people ahead of us and we were waiting there for 30 minutes and no one had been called. We decided not to take a chance and pick up another virus or something while the were there so we left.  It ended up being a good choice because Reilly began to get a ton better over the next few days.

It was sad because our vacation was coming to an end.  We had only Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday to catch up on all the things we wanted to do while we were in Arkansas.  He hadn't got to visit very many people because of everything that went on.  Our plane was flying back home to Georgia on Saturday to where we were going to meet up with Nate.  He had been gone for three weeks at that point.

(warning next few paragraphs are kinda graphic and maybe hard to read emotionally for some)

Wednesday was fine.  Everything was kinda normal. When I woke up Thursday morning I headed out to my grandpa's to check on him and his back (which wasn't ANY better...that nerve pain is HORRIBLE).  I left there house about 1030 so Reilly and I could go eat with PaPa and YaYa for Lunch.  I was home about 30 minutes and we decided to get dressed to head out the door.  I walked into my room and realized I had started bleeding.

I have never in my entire life been as scared as I was at that moment.  I did my best to stay calm, because I knew the worst thing I could do for Atalee was panic and make the bleeding or my blood pressure worse.  What a trip down the road that was.  So many "What ifs" and "what did I dos". I would have given ANYTHING to feel Atalee move, but she never would. I couldn't bring myself to call Nathan.  If it wasn't for his Mom I might not have called him.  I thought it wouldn't do any good having him so far away trying to fly and worry about Atalee and me.  I wanted to see what the doctor said first.  His momma over ruled and called him anyway.  There was no way I had the strength to talk to him.  I felt to much guilt that I was failing this baby and I just couldn't bare to verbal speak it to Nathan.  With that said, I knew in my heart he had to know.  I am so glad his mother found the strength to call him. Nathan had just as much of a right to know as I did. 

It is one thing to go through something yourself, but to watch the ones you love, hurt the way you do is NOTHING I care to ever REPEAT AGAIN!

So, Nathan was on an airplane from Texas to Arkansas within hours. I have NEVER seen the Army move so fast!  While Nathan was on his way, my bleeding had slowing beging to stop.  It really didn't have much of a choice considering we had people ALL OVER THE COUNTRY praying for us! 

Once the doctor did the ultrasound we discovered I had a blood clot that was attached to the placenta.  Not really the best thing to hear.  However, not a thing was wrong with that baby!  She was perfect.  What a relief.  They choose to keep me in the hospital to monitor me.  The bleeding has resided and the blood clot has shrunk.  PRAISE God!  I did get some steroid shots to help Atalee develop her lungs in case she had to be delivered.  That is not something anyone wants to hear when you are 26wks along.  Very scary moment.

Nathan arrived that night.  It sure wasn't the way I wanted to see him after three weeks, but how relieved I was to have him here with me and Atalee.

At this very moment I am in the hospital at 5:00am on Saturday.  Hopefully we will continue to hear good news.  I may get to go home today I am not for sure.  We have no idea if I will ever get back to Georgia time soon.

To make a long story short, because honestly I don't want to think about it much more, everything is ok at the time being.  Complete bed rest.  I have no choice. These next few weeks are so critical for my baby girl. I will do whatever it takes.  I will do my best to keep everyone informed.  Keep us in your prayers. They are working.