Tuesday night last week we had dinner together before Lincoln got set apart as a missionary. Every year that I've been married to Brandon he has blown out candles on a shared birthday cake with his sister whose birthday is the day before. This year the candles were blown out on Chandra's birthday, that same night.
Then we all headed over to the Church for Lincoln's setting apart. I wish I could say it was a good blessing but I really didn't hear much of it, I was trying to keep Mckinley quiet.
I brought Brandon a muffin with a candle in it and sang Happy Birthday to him to wake him up and Mckinley slept through the whole thing. So he and I ate upstairs and then she ate later when she got up. She was so excited to hold the little plastic balloons. This girl loves any kind of balloon.
For lunch we all went to Pizza Factory to have lunch with Lincoln before he left. Since it was Brandon's birthday he got a free pizza in the shape of his age. (minus 2 years, they accidentally did 26 instead of 28. Still tasted amazing.)
Saying goodbye one last time...
Lincoln with all his nieces and nephew.
Even more sad than Lincoln leaving was our day yesterday. Back up to Saturday first though. Saturday we went to the temple and Karen watched Mckinley. She had a cough and when we were done at the temple she really didn't feel well. We brought her home and gave her some medicine. She fell asleep on Brandon's chest watching TV (which is SO uncharacteristic of her). He was loving it. If only we knew what was in store for us that night.
Mckinley got worse throughout the night. None of us got very much sleep. Not only did she have a horrible cough, but she was starting to have trouble breathing. Her breaths in were really loud and she was breathing faster than normal. Finally at about 5 a.m. Brandon said this is not normal, call the doctor. So we called the doctor and the nurse told Brandon to check and see if her ribs were retracting (pulling in with each breath). They were. She said take Mckinley to the ER.
We did enjoy all the time she slept in our arms.
This picture shows you how Mckinley felt about being in the hospital. Whenever we gave her a breathing treatment she would say "all done, all done" and she kept saying "I go" (I want to go). It broke our hearts.
Here she is trying to muster a smile.
She actually did really well for her x-rays and shot. Even though she definitely didn't want to do them, it was as if she knew it had to be done so she could get better. We were very proud of her.
And just to end this post off on a positive note, here is my little "Punky Brewster". Mckinley insisted on wearing her pink dress and pink boots with these purple pants the other morning. And then I wanted to try on this jacket that Kristen bought in Hong Kong. I've been waiting for forever for it to fit her and it finally does. The end result reminded me of Punky Brewster.