That's right friends.
We're in the hospital, again. But I thought you went home? We did! But why are you back? I don't know!!!
Actually, we do know. Our sweet Nora somehow stumbled upon a fever, to which the on-call nurse for our Pediatrician said we're going to the E.R. - end of story.
Except it wasn't the end of the story, no! That's just the prologue, we get to the E.R. expecting another terrible six-hour night like our last visit with Phoebe. We were wrong, but not for the better.
Early estimates are that we'll be here for at least 48 hours. Initial blood and spinal tests were clean, but more forthcoming.
I love bulleted lists. Please be in prayer for us not to:
- lose it.
- go completely ape s%@# nuts about being back in the hospital for the third time in six weeks.
- go at each others throats due to sleeplessness and fatigue
- suffer soul-death upon sleeping on these human-rights violating converta-chairs the hospital pretends are beds
- lose sight and focus on Christ our Savior, Protector, Deliverer, and Healer