It is weird how moments of life flash in yours eyes of sadness and desperation. On sunday morning when I got up I first wondered how Danny was doing of course but when he woke up he was back to normal, carrying his drum sticks and banging on everything. Well it sure took a turn for worse. When we decided to go to mass, my sister and I, we weren't sure if we were going to take him out but then decided that he look fine and dress him anyways. Well we went to noon mass and he became fussy and still didn't think that there was anything wrong except for his fever. Well we finally got out and went to the store to  buy a few goodies to cook for the family to eat. Well when we got there Danny was just quiet and barely moving. My sis told me, "He is too weak, he isn't even moving." He was just staring at us with such sad eyes of desperation and communicating with an occasional whimper. I was worried but I picked him up and went into the store anyways. When we got out we hurried and rushed home. I saw he fell asleep on the way home and was happy that he was finally getting some rest but when I tried taking him out of the car seat the didn't reach out for me to put him up. Usually even when he is asleep as a matter of habit he would still reach out for me and he didn't. I brought him in and laid him in the living room for all of us to watch him. I continued into the kitchen and started the preparations. My mom goes into the room and she says that he is very ill and he needed to go to the ER. I was shocked at her response, of course, nobody likes the thought of having to take their baby to the hospital but he was very ill. I didn't know what to do I was stress and teary eyed for letting my baby get so ill. We were in Arrowhead's ER at like 4-5pm and luckily he was taken in, blood work was done, and they gave him oxygen. Apparently he was not getting enough O2 hence the deep breathing. His fever was 102.7 was was lowered quick. They did x-rays and found out he had pneumonia after like 15 minutes but then I leanred they were going to admit him for observation.  We were released on monday at like 9pm. Last night I couldn't sleep for a while just listening to his irregular breathing until his patterns changed and the stress was gone. Good thing we took him in but I am sure it sucked for him, I am still having trouble giving him his meds. I think he sees then and thinks of the nurses when they woudl come in. Everytime a nurse came in or the door opened he would start screaming hysterically. Poor babies, man. I love you, Danny! 

Yay, no jury duty for me today!