The Hospital Week

This week has been quite eventful. At 5am Wednesday morning, Craig woke up with an extreme headache. By 6am, I was driving us to the ER with little Mark. At 9am, I dropped Mark off at Daycare because his patience in the ER room was waning. By 11am, the doctor informed us they would admit Craig to the hospital. We made it to his hospital room around 3 or 4pm and Craig is quite drugged up at this moment. The few times he would talk, he thought it was the next day. At 5:30pm I picked Mark up from day care and when I hugged him, he felt very warm. We took his temperature before I left, and it was 102.2 degrees Fahrenheit. Since 2 kids at the day care had already gotten strep throat, my instincts told me Mark had it too. So, since the doctor's office was already closed and I was already at the hospital, I took Mark to the ER about 6:00pm on Wednesday. They didn't even test him for strep and gave us a prescription for penicillin. Craig's mom and I went to Wal-mart, got his medicine and came back to the hospital. Craig was mostly out of it still, but Craig's mom wanted me to go home and sleep in our bed. Craig's face looked betrayed when she suggested it, and I knew I couldn't leave him. So Craig's Mom stayed with sick little Mark at our house, while I slept in a fold-out chair/bed next to Craig's bed.

I kept Mark with me all day Thursday in the hospital room. Thankfully he was pretty entertained by his 4 hot wheels cars I had stuck in his diaper bag. I desperately tried to get him to take a nap, but it wasn't until they finally released Craig at 4:30pm that Mark fell asleep in the car. He was worried about Craig, and I don't think he wanted to sleep until he knew Daddy was better.

I stayed home Friday with both of them as well. As the family nurse, I think both are now on the road to recovery and with a few more prayers, hopefully we won't have so much trauma for a LONG time.

Now today, Saturday, Craig's Mom is getting ready to get married to Bill Moon. She's called several times this morning to see if we're coming. I think we are. It depends on how Craig's feeling because I don't want him to push himself too much too soon.

So, this blog is more about my life than Mark's cute little things. I will say one thing that amazes me that Mark did last night though. For Christmas he got this little chalkboard and I was drawing different things and I told me everything that I drew: eyeglasses (he called them "glasses"), shoes ("boots"), a glass filled with liquid (he called it "milk"), shirt, pants (he said "jamas" for pajamas), a dog, and when I drew a hand, he said "gloves!"

I need to go, but maybe I'll remember to add to this blog in the near future...