Colin and I spent today in the hospital. Last night Colin was quite sick again, then this morning was no better. So we followed doctor’s orders and took him to the ER. Colin got his little hospital gown (“Why I have a nightgown? I a boy!”) and he was fascinated by the “riding bed.”
He was so good. SO good. Even when they couldn’t find his veins to take blood (which he did not appreciate). Even then they had to catheterize him (which he really did not appreciate). Even when they had to come take blood again and couldn’t find his veins again (which he REALLY did not appreciate). But then again, he got popsicles.

yummmm!!!
He says he liked the hospital, except for the “pokey nurses who gave me ouchies” and that it was fun because “I cuddle in Mommy lap allll day and watch cartoons.” He wouldn’t let me leave his side – I had to sit on the bed with him cuddled up to me. When the nurses had to do things, he insisted I hold his hand or he could sit in my lap. He screamed and cried, but he stayed still and let them do what they needed to and took all the meds they gave him without complaint.
He was released from the hospital late afternoon. We’re basically waiting for test results that won’t come in until tomorrow night, so we elected to wait at home. We don’t have a diagnosis yet, just a few theories (none of which I can spell) but hopefully he can beat whatever this is quickly and we can get back to normal soon.
We were overwhelmed by all the well wishes, thoughts, prayers, texts, emails, tweets, facebook messages, calls, offers of childcare, offers of meals, offers of Starbucks deliveries and the general outpouring of love we saw today. Sometimes I get so sad that we’re alone here, without family living close by. But today I was reminded that just because our family isn’t next door, we are by no means alone.
Thanks for holding my hand through this. It meant the world to me.