Eleanor was taken in to hospital in an ambulance last night at 7pm. She is stable now; but whilst I was going to pick B up from the 6pm train, she stopped breathing. Ma did mouth-to-mouth on her for twenty minutes whilst waiting for us to come home and the ambulance to arrive.
She is now on a CPAP machine, with pressurised oxygen helping her to breath (the next step down from a ventilator). As well as the bronchilitis, she has a bacterial lung infection which means that there is clouding on the top half of the right lung. Apparently the struggle to breath was making her so tired that she literally kept running out of steam. She stopped breathing twice in the ambulance and was taken straight to resus; and whilst they were putting the CPAP machine on her she kept stopping and starting. She is now on broad spectrum antibiotics and they say that she should start to pick up when they kick in; which should be in about forty-eight hours.
B is still recovering from food poisoning he got on tour on Tuesday night and we are both wrung out physically and emotionally. Ma has now gone home and is preparing to come back when Eleanor gets out of hospital - although we have no estimate of when that will be. Ma says that anyone else who was here would have done what was needed - but that doesn't get over the fact that it was HER who was here and her that kept our daughter alive.
I am now going to have a small sloe gin and put Leo to bed. He's fine - he's too young to know what's going on. Someone has given us a rather scary cuddly Mickey Mouse, which he says is a Woof Woof - I have taught him to sing 'Woof Woof The Mouse' - 'Woof Woof Ma!" - as a small blow against the Disney Levithian.