Name this photo and WIN!

Surely you didn't think you were going to get away without naming this photo, did you?



Give this photo of Small Fry's refined table manners a name or clever caption and WIN!

This contest will end tonight sometime after I can get Stellan to sleep.

Enter by clicking "comments" below this post. You don't need an account to enter! Just add your email if you aren't otherwise logged in to an account. Only one entry per person this time, please.

Prince Charming and I will pick a winner, and some runners up. The winner will receive their choice of a a customized camera strap slip cover...



...created just for them and shipped to their door (even internationally!).

Now, name that photo, and good luck!

Not Me! Monday

FURTHER UPDATED:

Mr. Linky problem fixed! I changed it to two columns. Can you guys see all the links now?

UPDATE:

I've been away from the computer literally all day (Having four children will do that to you, I'm learning.) and only just now realized that Mr. Linky has been acting up today. There is a third column that is not showing up for all of you. Your links are getting added (Read: No need to try to link more than once!) and I am working on this problem by contacting Mr. Linky himself, so if you link but don't see yourself, just sit tight. In the meantime you could try opening my blog in a different browser. That may help. I, for one, can see all three of the columns. I have a feeling that Kameron's comment might be right on, though: That leaving links with long names is messing up the columns. Maybe next week we'll have to have a character limit! I'll keep you posted...



Are you feeling ashamed for letting your child go to bed without brushing his teeth...again!? Did you eat a Snickers bar during a meeting without anyone knowing? Do you pretend that my Tweets are really urgent messages when you receive them on your cell phone? Are you feeling embarrassed that you kicked the dog? We'll don't be. Not Me! Monday was born out of a desire to admit some of our imperfections and reveal a few moments we'd rather forget.

Why?

Well, for one, because it's just plain fun to pretend that we really did not do the things that we actually so did do. And, two, because reading through great tales of other people's Not Me! Mondays each week is a great way to level the playing field. We're all human, we all take embarrassing shortcuts, and so we may as well show each other that we're all in good company!

It's alright, I'll go first and show you how it's done.

This past week, I did not get a hickey from nursing Stellan at night, when he missed the mark, and we were both too tired to realize it for some time. And even if I did, I certainly wouldn't blog about it! Nope. Not me!

Our bedside table does not look like command central, with baby monitors galore, cords and wires going this way and that, and no fewer than two small video receivers. When someone cries out in the night, Prince Charming and I most certainly do not spend at least 14 seconds trying to figure out exactly where the cry is coming from so that we can tell who is crying out.

This week, I did not seriously consider deleting the entire contents of my email inbox and starting from scratch. But, as tempted as I was to get back to a clean slate, where I am not so backlogged, I just could not do it! Honestly! I read every single comment, every single email, and every "@MckMama" on Twitter, and it pains me to not be able to personally greet each and every one of you each time in return. I guess I'll just have to hope that you guys know how much I love you and how much you mean to me even when my inbox is burgeoning with emails I've not responded to.

I have way bigger fish to fry in my life, so I definitely did not spend some time contemplating about just how long I'll be able to get away with putting Small Fry's hair up in a ponytail on the top of her head:



I did not positively get overwhelmed with offers of Miracle Blankets after my Tweets last night (You guys are great! So way better than Ebay or Craigslist.), and then fail to get back to most of you because I have come down with a rotten case of the intestinal flu. If you emailed me, you will hear from me soon! Stellan thanks you in advance. I'm getting the feeling that he doesn't like being wrapped in Ace Bandages that much.

And, there is absolutely no way that I urinated in an empty Subway cup yesterday, because there wasn't a bathroom in sight and there was no way I could hold my bladder until we got to one. I would neither do that, nor admit to doing that, and, even if I did, I certainly wouldn't chuckle because it reminded me about the time that I relieved myself in our car using three of Big Mac's diapers when he was a baby. Nope. Not me!!!

Won't you join my little blog carnival? You won't regret it! Please follow the rules carefully, so that no one gets hurt.

Happy Not Me-ing!!

"There's no place like home. There's no place like home."

No red ruby slippers around here, but boy are we glad to be home!! There certainly is no place like it, with all of our family here, together under one roof, the way it ought to be.

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Kudos to those of you who realized that this was a (highly pixelated) picture of yours truly. It was screened onto a t-shirt that my father had made for my mother when I was almost four. He and my mom disagree to this day about whether he got it made at the mall or at KMart, but I guess it's water under the bridge at this point. I wonder if my mom every really wore the shirt. She doesn't seem to be to be the type.



Ahem. Anyway, I came across this t-shirt when we were home at my parents' place for Christmas. I found a remarkable resemblance between me in the (highly pixelated) photo and Big Mac. In fact, when I showed the shirt to both Big Mac and Prince Charming, they both did think it was him!

Yet funny how many of you thought I posted it because it resembles MckNugget.

Anyway, now that I've cleared that up, you can all stop losing sleep over who the photo depicts. And, since you now won't be needing it anymore, go ahead and just send me your leftover Ambien. Man, that stuff is good.

I'm going to pretend I didn't just say that.

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Moving right along...

Guess who was ranked #1 on Mom Dot's list of the Top Mom Blogs of 2008!? Well, I guess you'll just have to click there and find out.



Spoiler alert! Spoiler alert!

Okay, okay, it was me. I already was tipped off by a couple folks that I had ranked #1 (And, ahem, I'd never have known otherwise because I hadn't heard of Mom Dot before.) so the only anticipation I had as I slowly read through the list was tied up in wondering what the gal who wrote the article would have to say about my blog. I read through her delicious descriptions of the other top blogs and waited on pins and needles to hear what she'd have to say about mine.

And then...

...then...oh, you'll just have to click on over and see for yourself. "Does she need to say more!?" Yes, yes, she needs to say more!

But, seriously, I jest. I am honored. And, even though she didn't have much to say about me, I was #1 and all. And at least she didn't have to mention drinking Hateraide in her description of my blog.

And now I'll have to check out Mom Dot some more--their site says to "bring a beer," but I'm hoping if I bring a safe plastic bag full of frozen breastmilk that they'll still let me in--and do some poking around on their site. In all of my free time. When I'm not busy blogging about being ranked #1 on lists I heretofore never knew existed and posting pixelated images of my 4 year old self screened onto 27 year old t-shirts.

You know, all the big stuff that makes up my life.

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And, again, we move on...

Sure, Small Fry may channel Cindy Lou Who.

And, sure, the way her hair swirls around her head may make your mouth water for a twist ice cream come from McDonald's, with chocolate and vanilla swirled together...the kind my dad used to take my sister and me to enjoy before either of us had our driver's licenses.



And yes, sure, I could stare at the delicious nape of her neck all day.



Yes, yes, she may pull off the three ponytail look better than most and she may be almost as adorable as a newborn My Little Pony...

...but man, oh man...



...this baby girl...



...has gotsta get some table manners.

We're outta here!

Stellan has been given a clean enough bill of health to be discharged!!

He looks and feels fabulous. As soon as I can get those sticky things off his cheeks and the nurse comes in with the discharge papers, we're outta here!



The next time you see Stellan's lovely face, he will be at home.

Happy New Year!!

(I've not much time to post, just wanted to say Happy New Year and share these photos of Stellan. I am keeping up with all pertinent medical info...and about possibly drunk hospital cafeteria employees...on Twitter, so check there if you want to be in the know! Thank you all for everything!!)



"Look, Ma! No tubes!"



Pulse oximeter.



Happy New Year, baby!

Movin' On Down!

As it turns out here at the Children's Hospital, moving on up towards health involves moving down. Stellan is being moved to the step-down ICU!! (And quite possibly soon to "the floor," where all of the regular pediatric patients are.) He has most certainly turned the corner in starting to kick this RSV and is getting much closer to being out of the woods. Hip, hip, hooray!!

I spent time at our home this morning with Prince Charming and our other three children, and it was really nice! Our MSC at home were very glad to see me, and it thankfully seemed very ordinary to them. They don't seem stressed out that I've been gone and happily bid me adieu when I left the house again.

Here's your little Stellan (Oops! I mean our little Stellan! You guys have all taken him on almost as your own, that I feel in some ways like we all share him!), gazing up at me as I held him today. (It's harder than you'd think to take a decent photo of a baby while you're holding the baby.)



As far as some medically oriented (and other) information on exactly how Stellan is doing, keep reading if you're interested in all that!

*His breathing continues to improve and one side of his lungs sounds really junky still, but the other is clearing up.

*Stellan has been bumped up to 60% oxygen now (He had been down to 40% earlier), but the infusion rate has been lowered dramatically. He was at 6 liters/minute, but does not need anywhere near that much anymore. Because he doesn't, he's been switched to a regular nasal cannula. He had been, up until this point, on the MR-850, a high-flow nasal cannula that brings oxygen with moisture so that it can deliver it in much larger quantities (Or something like that. I try to pay attention to the details as best I can!!) more quickly. But now he's on the regular flow nasal cannula because he only needs a liter or two per minute now.

*The next time Stellan gets hungry, the doctor is comfortable with him trying to nurse directly! Yippee! (For both of us. I mean, I love the pump and all, but I'd rather have my baby.)

*One sweet, sweet reader of my blog asked permission to have her pastor come and pray over Stellan and Pastor Pat was just here doing that very thing!

*Stellan is off his (precautionary) antibiotic because his blood cultures never grew anything. The only med Stellan is on now is Zantac.

*Because he blew his iv (Meaning it either slipped out of his vein or blew the vein, and fluid drained into his hand at large, making it swollen.) and it had to get taken out, he needed a new one. When the gal with the iv team wasn't able to get another iv in easily (Read: Lots of blood. And crying....on both Stellan's part and mine. And still no success in getting a new iv in.), Stellan's nurse talked with the doctor who agreed that Stellan doesn't even really need his iv anymore, anyway. Major progress.

*Stellan turns 9 weeks old today! And man is he a hungry 9 week old. Being sick and not feeling well enough/being able to eat for days on end ends up producing a ravenous baby. Now that Stellan feels better, the boy wants to eat! He's pounded, via bottle, all of the breastmilk I've pumped for him since Monday. Just in the nick of time, too. Thank goodness he can go straight to breast next. I know my milk supply has dwindled because of his illness/lack of nursing, but I've been doing all that I can to keep it from getting even lower and to try to build my supply back up. (Read: Lots of pumping--even throughout the night, eating and drinking. Thanks to my friend Ann for all of her long-distance breastfeeding support. She even texts me when it's time for me to snack or drink so I don't forget.)

*My friend Shanel (You might remember her name from when she tirelessly visited me when I was in the hospital this summer, when Stellan was so sick in utero.) dropped by yesterday, and was so respectful and selfless, I had to give her a shout-out here. She'd read that I didn't want Stellan to have much in the way of visitors, so she just slipped in to the front desk and dropped off a card and gifts for Stellan (And some chocolate for me!). She didn't need to be noticed or to get anything out of it. She just wanted to bless us with the surprise. But, as luck (Or, shall we say, God.) would have it, I came into the lobby just as she was leaving! We ended up being able to visit for quite some time and she even got a peek at little Stellan and gave him a fantastically funky hat (Does she know Stellan's mama, or what!?) in person. I am so glad God blessed me with some true friends.

Thank you all a thousand fold for praying for us and caring about our family! Someday, mark my words people, we'll have a big party in real life and all get together. And, if you can't make it to that party that, mark my words we will be having, then we will party with the rest of you when we meet up in Heaven.

Guess who!?

Guess who was allowed to drink two ounces of breast milk (From a bottle, not from the breast, but still...) and is tolerating it very well!?

Guess who has been finally sleeping peacefully (With a full tummy!) for the first time instead of sleeping restlessly and uncomfortably as he had been!?



Guess whose color looks great, whose sats are staying up even during coughing spells, and whose flow of oxygen is being turned down by 1 liter per minute!?

Guess who is determined to make lemonade when life hands us lemons and to find art and beauty through the lens of my camera even while in the decidedly unbeautiful PICU?



Guess who is starting to take baby steps towards getting better!?

Snuck away...

I snuck away from Stellan after he ate 1 oz of Pedialyte (The nurses cut him off after that amount, but of course he wanted more.) and then fell asleep rather peacefully. I am in the adjacent hospital (Connected to Children's by a tunnel, you might remember. I didn't have to walk out in the snow that's falling outside!) and am planning on eating lunch in the cafeteria in a little bit. I totally forgot to eat until just now.



I can access Blogger from this hospital's wireless internet, so I thought I'd hop on and post these two photos of our little guy. Look! Still no vent!

The Intensivist came in just before I left Stellan's room. I was all chipper about how great it is that Stellan is still not on the vent and the doctor brought me back to reality a bit. His "worry level" over Stellan (His term, not mine.) is still "medium to high" and he wants to see Stellan make some strides in the right direction soon. However, he certainly agreed that the fact that Stellan has not dramatically backslid (Is that the correct past tense? I can't believe I still think about grammar even at times like this. Sheesh.) is good.

I have been pumping like a milkmaid (Wait, do they pump or just carry milk!?) and am feeling pretty good today. I am possibly looking at having Prince Charming pick me up at some point so I can be with my family at home before coming back to the hospital, but I am not so sure I am ready for that yet. We'll see. I want to do what's best for Stellan, for me, and for the rest of my family, without running ragged, so I'm trying to strike as good of a balance as I can.



Hang in there, sweet baby boy! God is way bigger than RSV!

Dawn Breaks

MamaBear here with another update from MckMama. First I want to say a HUGE thank you for your love and support of this very special family!


God surprised me by giving me a wonderful night of sleep. I really didn't expect that! I woke only a few times to pump and check on Stellan. I am just next door and not being able to be in the room with him (In case they need to wheel the crash cart back in, or the ventilator, they don't want to have to work around a mattress with a sleeping mom! But I am welcome to be in his room at all hours. Just no official bed setup in there.) was not as bad as I thought.

Stellan stayed the same through the night. His gases have been hovering in the 60s with no change. At least they aren't getting worse! His nurse from last night told me they almost intubated him and she even has all the meds sitting right by his bed with all the intubation paraphernalia labeled and ready to go. But it has yet to come to that. His appearance is about the same, too. He "might be working even a tiny bit harder" than last night. At some point, his nurse tells me, he'll either turn the corner and start to improve, or his body will tire out and he'll give up, at which point they'll intubate him.

Today, Stellan was assigned two nurses exclusively to himself. He is on a bit higher concentration of O2 via his high flow nasal cannula and has been on epi nebs q2 (Every two hours.) since yesterday afternoon. His blood gases are being checked every two hours as well. I think I forgot to Twitter about the epi nebs part yesterday! I have a good memory for medical terms, apparently, and am very interested in the medical process as well as in all the (big and small) details and terminology of what goes on in hospitals, especially as it pertains to our own children! Plus, getting wrapped up in medical stuff gives me something else to think about. But words of praise and petition to God are always on my lips, too. As are soft words spoken to Stellan as I stroke his soft cheeks. Being in a hospital is such a surreal feeling sometimes.

I have had many, many offers of help and requests to drop things off. How very awestruck I am that you are all so wonderful. Thank you! I have been reading my emails--all of them so far--but will certainly be unable to respond personally to all of them at this point. I am still so far behind. There are many that I wanted to respond to that I received about the submission post a bit ago that I never did write back to. Ugh. I am going to just have to let some of that go and tell you all here instead that I have read all your emails and am so blessed and touched that you share your lives with me. I just want yo to know that, even if this time around, I won't be able to get back to all of you personally.

Anyway, the answer is yes, if you want to mail or drop something off for Stellan here at the hospital, you of course have my permission. I see this morning that a few of you did drop off cards at the front desk in the night. Wow!! We would not like any surprise visitors, of course, but I am sure that goes without saying! Family will only be allowed in to see Stellan in the PICU (And very limited visits at that. I am so glad they allow Stellan's siblings to briefly see him. 15 minutes at a chunk if they want. There is also a Sibling Care area here where our oldest two can play while we visit.). The doors are locked and a special code is needed. But mail and drop offs are welcome, of course, thanks for asking! Email me if you need the exact address, but those of you who already know where we are shouldn't have a hard time. (But there are two Children's Hospitals in our area. Stellan is at the one more to the west than the other.)

My sister will be helping with our children at home today, so that Prince Charming can do some work. The Queen Mum is still living downstairs with us, but she isn't able to care for our other three children all day by herself. It's quite a big job, I must say! I am hoping that Hilary can bring the kids down here for a visit today (At least to visit me, perhaps not to visit Stellan, we'll see...) and that Prince Charming will be in later, too.

The break of day brought a renewed calmness and I don't feel terrified anymore. I feel very confident that Stellan will surely pull through this. I seem to be a bit hung up on the whole will he be intubated or not thing, though, and I suppose that's just natural. It's a dramatic step and I've never seen (firsthand) anyone sick enough to need to be intubated before. But, of course, if Stellan needs it, it will be best. I just seem to keep measuring all data against the outcome of intubation.

Stellan is sleeping, though not peacefully. He is very restless as his little body continues to fight hard against RSV. Not sleeping much/well is common in very ill babies, his nurse told me. It's as if his body is telling him that if he relaxes too much, he'll quit breathing. So he struggles for every breath. Which is very hard to watch, but it certainly better than him giving in completely to his illness.

Stellan is still NPO (He isn't allowed to eat, even sugar water at this point has become a no-no.) because of the risk of impending intubation. He loves his paci so that is really helping, but I must say that one of the hardest things to see is when he is fiercely rooting around, smacking and sucking his lips, looking for food, his eyes shut tight. I couldn't even write that sentence without crying. I know I have what he wants, but he isn't allowed to have it. It is almost more than I can take to see him do that, but I just rub his head or stroke his toes and talk to him as I try to entice him with his pacifier again. I am so grateful that he is here, being taken care of well in the hospital, and that he remains to be stable. I certainly see how God has His hand on this situation, but it's nonetheless hard to see my little boy so hungry.

Thank you so very much for all of your comments. I take my computer with me to the lactation room every single time I pump and I scroll through your comments, posts on your own blogs, prayers, thoughts and Bible verses, pouring over each and every one at least once as I pump. I have truly been uplifted and have had lots of good things to think about because of you all. You sure aren't leaving me any time to wallow in my sad feelings! Thank you so very, very much for caring of my family and for our son and for my husband and for me!

Prayer Vigil for Stellan & an update from MckMama

Hello prayer warriors! This is MckMama's friend, MamaBear, with an update on Stellan. Actually the update comes from MckMama herself, I'm simply getting it posted for her because she isn't able to connect to blogger right now. Another of MckMama's friends, Esther, has graciously offered to set up another prayer vigil for the MckFamily. Thank you for your prayers everyone!

"MckMama here. Prince Charming brought me my computer so I just logged on as I sit here watching Stellan sleep. The internet here blocks Blogger and Twitter, so I cannot post to my blog myself. I can Twitter with my cell phone, and can view my blog, and read your comments and your emails, which I may get around to doing later tonight. But I will be having others post for us, or I will be exclusively Twittering about how things are going, so be sure to check my lower left sidebar if you don't already follow me on Twitter.

As far as what's going on, basically, I am a wreck, and it's hard to make sense of this all. I will be totally honest. I am freaked out and terrified. But in the midst of it is God's peace and it's just something I cannot describe.

Stellan had a really bad night. He barely slept a wink and didn't nurse almost at all. I kept thinking, "Hospital." all night long as I silently begged for him to nurse and start breathing better. His breathing went from bad to worse and by dawn's early light, Prince Charming and I could see that he was grey. He had no voice left to cry with; he is totally hoarse. He was just crying silent screams. I took him right in to the clinic after I called them and asked to bump up his 2 pm appointment. They said to bring him right in. He was even more grey by the time we arrived and his oxygen sats were between 70 and 72 (They should be 100.). The doctor and nurses brought him into the procedure room and started giving him oxygen and a neb. On the second neb, some mucous must have come loose, because Stellan started choking. During what ended up being his least severe of three episodes today in which he quit breathing, the doctor called the ambulance. When the paramedics arrived, they strapped me to the gurney, I held Stellan (He was choking in his car seat, so they gave up on transporting him that way.), and they administered O2 as they wheeled us through the clinic and onto the rig.

Stellan was a "red" (Needed to be seen right away, as opposed to a "yellow" who could stand to wait a few minutes or a "green" who was well enough to sit in the waiting room.) and a "code 3" (Meaning the ambulance took us to the hospital with lights and sirens, as opposed to a "code 2" meaning the ambulance just drives with traffic without warnings lights and sounds.)

All hell seemed to break loose at the hospital. They whisked him away to an examining table. I watched doctors surround Stellan, sometimes hearing shouts of "Start breathing, baby boy!!" It was terrifying and I wanted to cry, but didn't at that point. The nebs broke up more mucous and then it would get clogged in Stellan's inflamed airways, and he suffered two more dramatic breathing lapses. Watching that was the worst thing I've ever experienced in real life and I can only imagine what it felt like for Stellan.

After about two hours, he was more stable, but still retracting (Sucking his lungs in as he struggled to breathe.) dramatically. His ph is all off balance and he's very hypercapnic/acidotic. That means he has too much CO2 in his body because his lungs are not working to rid his body of it. The nebs have not seemed to have helped much after the first two rounds he received in the ER.

Here is Stellan when he was stable and having some heart tests this morning:

He will be having a heart consult soon, but the doctors are still in agreement that he is not in heart failure and that there is no relationship between his severe RSV struggles and his heart trouble in the womb. RSV affects some kids worse than others. When Small Fry had RSV last winter, it was scary, but nothing like this. She was no where near as sick and, to be honest, this is by far the more terrifying health scare we've had with any of our kids, aside from when Stellan had such severe hydrops in the womb.

They transported him from the ER to the ICU (PICU, actually...Pediatric Intensive Care Unit) at the Children's Hospital (The one connected to the hospital where we delivered Stellan.) In the hallway, he went into bradycardia (Slow heart rate. His was at 49 bpm.) and they worked on him in the hall for a bit. Now that he's in the PICU, he's been stable but not where he needs to be. His blood gasses need to go down (They were near 80 at first, now in the 70s, but should be at 40. That is, amount of CO2 in his blood.), but they aren't coming down enough. It's as if the nebs aren't really working, the Intensivist (Doctor who specializes in Intensive Care...there is always one on here in the PICU. Also, Stellan has his very own nurse who is constantly in his pod with him.) and his body is giving up. They almost intubated him (Sedated him and put a tube down his throat to help him breathe, also called being on "the vent.") twice, but have kept holding off. He is "right on the border" of needing to go on the vent. Stellan "needs to turn the corner tonight," his doctors keep telling me. Going on the vent is not without its risks, so they are holding off until absolutely necessary.

For now, he's on compressed oxygen in his nasal cannula, with O2 being forced in at increasingly higher concentrations. As his blood gasses go slowly down (Good!), his need for more help breathing keeps increasing (Not good!). It's just a wait and see game as far as going on the vent. He'll also be getting a central line put in tonight (it's an iv in his neck where they can also draw blood, because he is getting his blood gasses checked Q2 , which means every 2 hours,)

Prince Charming and our other kiddos just left; they visited for a short while and brought me some things and said hi to Stellan. I will be staying here at the hospital with Stellan, at the very least for tonight. At the point, the doctors are telling us that Stellan is "very sick" at to look at perhaps 7 to 10 days in the hospital as he fights this.

Begging God for our son's life and health, while still feeling an overwhelming peace about whatever happens reminds me of this summer when Stellan and I were in the hospital. It's an uncomfortable, yet calmingly familiar feeling to have this deja vu. I can't explain it, exactly.

It was so good to see my husband for a bit (He's home now to put the others to bed.) and so comforting to know that God will never leave us. He is here, I know He is protecting our son, and I trust Him implicitly. He has brought us through fires before and, one way or another, He will bring us through yet another!

Is it wrong to just wish I didn't have to have my trust in God tested so often? But I know from our past experiences that we are closer to God for all our struggles, so I can choose to praise Jesus even in this.

Thank you, Jesus, for Stellan. Thank you that You never leave us and that You have Your almighty hand on our son. We trust You with his health, ask You to please help him turn the corner with his illness tonight, and thank You for the opportunity to give all glory to You, no matter what happens."

Stellan Update ~ 2:30 p.m.

Update updated ~ 3:30 p.m.
Stellan has been positively diagnosed with respiratory syncytial virus (RSV) and continues to be in distress. Doctors are likley to sedate and intubate him soon to get oxygen to his lungs more effectively.

Original Update posting
I received an update from Jennifer: Stellan is still having problems with some bouts of breathing difficulty. Doctors have started him on medication to break up the severe congestion that he has and are using suction as needed. Thank you for your prayers.

Prayer Request for Stellan

Jennifer's Dad here... Jennifer just called to inform me that she and Stellan were on thier way from the local clinic to the Children's hospital. Stellan is still having the breathing problems and high heart rate reported Saturday (when he went to the hospital here) and clinic staff felt he'd be best taken to the hospital. Your prayers, which have already been overwhelming, are much appreciated.