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Hospital night three.

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I am over it.

We have been here much longer than I expected.

My little man has been pretty sick.

High fevers.

Dehydration.

Severe vomiting.

Difficulty breathing.

The tests came back, all 500 of them, and apparently he has 3 different respiratory viruses.

Now the doctors and nurses have to dress up in robes and masks to even walk in our room.

It is crazy.

The good news is he is starting to do better.

Which is great because I don’t think I could watch him get poked, prodded, and stuck any more.

They lowered his IV fluids by 50% and his breathing treatments are becoming less frequent.

I am praying that we can go home tomorrow.

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A gentle reminder: We are blessed.

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There is nothing like a hospital stay in pediatrics to remind you how truly blessed we are.

Our stay here is temporary.

And some kids know this place way too well.

Walking around these halls is enough to make me cry.

And every room I pass that looks more like a dorm room than a dull hospital room.

I pray.

Thank you.

Thank you Lord that my child won’t be here long enough for this to be his home.

Thank you for the one change of clothes I brought for the night.

Thank you for only one ambulance ride.

Good reports.

And a controllable temperature.

Thank you for Baby Bowen.

For every late night feedings.

All the wet and soiled diapers.

And those shrill longing cries for his mommy.

Because now I know,

These are health.

Every time I wake in the middle of the night to that sweet baby smell, restless little cry, and big blue eyes.

I will remember this trip.

And I will know.

We are blessed.