My poor baby

This was back in february, but wanted to get it on my blog so I would not forget it. ��This was such a horrible week for my little Tate. ��He had been sick with a cold for several days and I had been sick in bed so Mason had been taken care of him for the past 2 nights all night. ��I felt so bd so I decided to go in around 6:00am and relieve my poor husband. ��When I got to him he looked so bad. ��His stomach was retracting and nostrils were flaring. ��I got pretty concerned about his struggle to breathe. ��I called the doctor at 8:00 am and told them my son was not breathing well. ��They got us in right away and took one look at him and sent us to the emergency room. ��The Er was packed, but because of his situation they got us right in. ��He ended up in the hospital 5 nights with pneumonia and RSV. ��He got even worse before he got better. ��It broke my heart to see him like this. ��Grandma flew in from California to help us out. ��She spent the nights with Tate so we could go home to the other children. ��I could not have done it without her. ��Tate had many visitors. ��His Aunt Stephanie, Marlo, and Tracey . ��His grandpa Dwight and Grandma Dinah. ��Our bishop Butler and Rick Wilson. ��My vt Suni Taylor. ��He also had many phone calls from the rest of his family. ��Thanks so much for all their support. ��It is times like this when I realize how important friends and family are to me.