For anyone who doesn't already know. The life of a preemie is always an adventure. Last week Ella was hospitalized for a high fever. Normally she would have been able to stay at the hospital I work at, but simply because she is Ella (and has a fairly lengthy respiratory arrest history) she got transferred to Primary Children's. Everything turned out fine. She had some type of a virus. I have a feeling that it likely wont be the last time something like this happens.
The thing that is really disturbing is how quickly Ella learns to distrust people. For a few days after being in the hospital she wanted to be held, and went nuts if I put her in her crib even if she was already asleep. This wasn't her first picnic... and she clearly remembers. She was this way to a lesser degree when she was in the NICU. It makes me nervous that the older she gets and the more frequent people are "mean" to her the more emotional scarring it will leave on her little psyche. It kills me that we are going back in 9 days for her scopes. The fact that as soon as she regains trust we are going right back just makes me plain sad. The scopes are unfortunately completely necessary and need to be done before she gets sick again. So I guess we have no choice.
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