We had a very nice weekend with a friend in town visiting, but at 4:15 this morning Julianna woke me crying, and when I came in I heard the dreaded wheeze in her airways. It is called Respiratory Distress, and it is not good news. I brought her back to bed with me so that I could keep her calm, and she hobbled together another couple hours of restless sleep, and woke up chipper and breathing all right. God willing, we’ll dodge the bullet, but just in case I disappear off the face of the e-waves for a couple of days, you’ll know why.
Kathleen M. Basi 