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To: abuelita who wrote (21727)	1/23/2003 3:06:19 AM
From: Clappy	Read Replies (5) \| Respond to of 104160

We had to take lil' Margaret to her first ever visit to the emergency room tonight. Everything is alright. We were getting ready to all sit around the dinner table when wifey noticed she was having a little trouble breathing. It startled us. She would sort of gasp and struggle for a moment and then begin to cry. Talk about a feeling of hopelessness combined with a feeling of panic. The doctors office was closed so we had to make the long drive to the hospital. The baby was fine along the way but every once in a while she'd get that shortness of breath, gagging sort of thing happening that helped to make all red traffic signals look green. An overly calm nurse took a look at her and told us not to worry and remarked how the baby appeared to be fine convinced that we were overacting and that babies often breath like that even though Margaret had yet to perform this new trick of hers in front of the know-it-all. Our opinion of the cold hearted, end of the day-shift nurse quickly changed as Margaret began choking again. It was as if she realized for the first time that Margaret was a baby. Something had penatrated through the hard callous shell and turned her back into a caring mother. It seemed that she understood why our faces were that shade of pale. She assured us that the baby was fine. It appeared that Margaret might have the same stomach virus that her brothers just had. She was trying to heave but couldn't. Then she'd get choked up and cry because of the feeling. This was different than her normal spit-the-baby-formula- across the kitchen type of vomiting. Anyhow, nothing ever came up. No fever. Just a little bit of discomfort when she lays down. The doctor eventually looked at her and said she'd be fine but we should take her to her pediatrician in the morning. It sure did give us a bit of nervousness. Wifey won't be sleeping much tonight. I nodded off for a while. Gotta be up in a few hours to head to work. Better hit the sack. The baby is fine. Us parents sure do worry a lot though... My hat is off to those ER people like Ratso. They sure do have to deal with a lot of stuff. My phucking dog picked the wrong night to rifle through the garbage while we were at the hospital. I almost keeked him. Didn't feel like having to go to the all night animal hospital though. Him and I will have a long talk in the morning. Phucking guy. -Clappy P.S. All of this happened after hearing today that Uncle Jerry was in the hospital. He's worse than we thought. Apparently his year to live could be cut down by 51 weeks. He's fading fast. They think he may have suffered a stroke or something. He's blind and lost abliltity to move one of his arms. And the cancer is eating him like a fat man at a buffet. My Aunt Joan read him the letter that I overnighted to him yesterday. She called my mother to tell her how beautiful she thought it was. I hope my uncle was able to hear the words. He's probably all doped up. I had anticipated that it might be her or one of my cousins who had to read it so I sort of wrote it in a manner that although it was addressed to Uncle Jerry, it was really meant of them as well. Hopefully it will give them a little bit of strength to get through this time. Year 2003 is starting off with a bang.