Will you allow me.....

a small moment of self pity? It will only take a second. Believe me, I understand how lucky we are. I KNOW how sick Henry was and what could have happened (hello...they don't just put kids in the ICU for fun). And, how wonderful that he got sick here where all of our family is. And, what a blessing that we are at St. Louis Children's Hopsital. I shudder when I think what could have happened if we were somewhere else. They moved soooo quickly.
So...self pity, just for a small moment. I'm tired. Really, really tired. Physically, emotionally exhausted. I really, really miss my big boys. I miss my bed. I miss the shower and my toothbrush. I miss fresh air. Did I mention how tired I was? I'm super happy that Henry is now awake and alert and responding. But, I'm not sure his super irritable behavior is a good trade. He's miserable and is literally crying constantly. He's not sleeping well, so that doesn't help. He finally fell asleep around 10 tonight. But, he's getting breathing treatments every 4 hours, full assessments every 2, and he's still pooping during the night. Also, our room is close to the helicopter landing pad and it's really, really busy (and, OMG! LOUD!). Also, I thought Henry was going to transfer to a regular unit, get better, and maybe we could go home tomorrow night. That's looking like less and less of a possibility. He's still not drinking. He still has an IV. He's still pooping. His asthma is worse. And, he's covered in a rash. Will be lucky if we get back to Eville by Thursday, at this rate. Which means we won't leave to go back to Bville until Saturday and it's play off weekend for Owen's soccer team and he is going to be absolutely crushed to miss those games. Crushed. UGH!
Ok...I'm done. I'm now remembering how sick my baby boy was and how I prayed that I would hear him scream again. So, so thankful....