The ambulance took off and my nerves were really kicking in. It was my first ambulance ride and to be doing it for our 2 month old baby was scary. During the trip the nurse was constantly monitoring him. At one point he began to turn a bit blue so they created an oxygen tent for him. That was not helping a whole lot and his stats were not looking the best so they gave him another breathing treatment (his third for the day and it was only 10 a.m.). Thankfully we arrived at the Children's Hospital uneventfully. We had to go in through the ER which meant more waiting. We settled into a very small room and the flurry of checking in began. Answering questions, hooking up to monitors, taking vitals etc. I let my husband and kids know we were at the new hospital and they decided to come down to visit. At this point, I was not really even sure they were going to admit us. A clown stopped by to visit and gave the Linebacker and little blankie. The doctor ordered another breathing treatment and some x-rays. Then we just sort of..hung out. My husband and the kids showed up with clothing, my pump and some other items in case we stayed. The doctor came in and said they were admitting us overnight so that the Linebacker could continue what they call "supportive care". That included the deep suctioning they were doing, oxygen and breathing treatments. My husband and kids helped us transfer to the new room. It was an awful room. So tiny and it was a shared room. We had a toilet and a small sink. There were 2 cribs and 2 chairs. The other baby was a 5 week old girl with RSV. At this point I am still thinking I will be home the next day. My husband and kids left and my dad showed up to visit. He left and it got pretty quiet. More deep suctioning (which the Linebacker hater and I could not watch). When they deep suction you, they take catheters and place them way deep in your nose and use high powered suction to get the gunk out. Plus every time he was hungry, I was supposed to call them and have them do that before he ate. Around 9:30 that night I was so thirsty and so hungry. I ran to a vending machine and bought Cheetos and a Diet Pepsi. The Linebacker and I settled in for the night. Around 2 in the morning, I became very concerned about his breathing and lack of nursing. He was just crying non-stop and that is not like him at all. I also thought I was seeing some blue around his lips. I hit the call button and a nurse came in. She said she would have the RT (Respiratory Therapist) come in and give him oxygen. About then the Linebacker fell asleep so I laid him back down. I sat down to wait on the RT and fell asleep. 1 1/2 hours later I woke up. I immediately checked on him and his breathing seemed worse. Frustrated, I called down. The nurse came back and said she had called. I told her to call again. The RT came in and said that he needed oxygen. I was pretty livid at this point. I called the nurse again and said he really had not nursed since 8 p.m. And I had tried to give him a bottle and he drank maybe 1/2 an ounce. She was not overly concerned. Still feeling frustrated, I tried to close my eyes again. Around 5 they came in for more vitals and deep suctioning. Around 6 they did it again. Each time, I was expressing my concern. I felt like he was worsening. When the shift change took place at 7, a new nurse came in. I told her I was worried and she jumped into action. She said none of his stats looked good. The next thing you know our room is a flurry, or tornado, of activity. I am not even sure who all these people were. But there was 8 people hovering over him. I could not even wedge myself in next to him. They were increasing oxygen, suctioning him and who knows what else. The doctor comes over and tries to fill me in on everything but all I hear are the words we don't like the way he looks and intensive care. And so everything was flung onto a cart and we headed up to PICU.