Despite how much I obsess about training, there are things more important than running and Baby F trumps all. When Baby F woke up at 5 a.m. today with bluish lips and panicking because he couldn't breathe well, we rushed him to Children's Hospital here in Seattle. After several doses of racemic epinephrine and some steroids, his breathing is easier. As I write, he is sleeping quite soundly.
We should be released from the hospital tomorrow morning but I'll be busy watching our little guy like a hawk once we get home. So, I will not be starting training this week but should be able to get it going next week. Also, we will be canceling our weekend getaway to La Jolla. So sad because we were all looking forward to some SoCal goodness: sun, sand, friends...sun. We should be able to reschedule for later this month?
Silver lining of staying at the hospital:
Our room has a view of the new wing being constructed here. This means we had excavator, crane (Cranky), front end loader, and dump truck action ALL DAY LONG. It was a 2-year old's dream. The only thing that would have made it better is if a helicopter had landed in the middle of it all OR if a Thomas the Steam Engine had cruised through.
Before I sign off & get some sleep on the sofa-bed...
Congratulations to Anne who triumphed in her first marathon and to Megan, our local Oiselle athlete, who competed in her first Olympic distance triathlon this past weekend. Nice job ladies!