It is amazing how something can just through your life into perspective.  This week has been crazy, but with things much more important than moving – it has been full of taking care of my very sick baby boy.

On Monday, Derek came down with a high fever and lost his appetite.  Tuesday he cried all day with sever stomach pain and then started having diarrhea.  I took him to the doctor, but thinking it was a virus, he sent me home with instruction to keep him hydrated and use Tylenol to keep his fever down. 

The next day he was much worse, but on Thursday he seemed like he was doing better.  However, that afternoon he became lethargic again and had some added complications that got me scared (spiked fever and blood in his stool), and so when he was doing particularly bad this morning at about 4 am, I decided to take him to the ER.

We got right in, and after quite a struggle, they were able to take some blood and get him on an IV, which they had to completely tape to his arm, since he used energy he didn't even have to fight us off.  Once he settled down, I convinced him the IV machine was a medical droid from Star Wars, which helped a little.

They did some other tests, and the doctor, although he hasn't had all the results yet, seemed to think it was salmonella, or other bacteria.  He sent me home with an antibiotic and thinks that Derek should be doing better within 48 hours.  I certainly hope so.  He is so sad and miserable, and is in a lot of pain.  So please keep him in your prayers.

PS.  The one positive thing, or silver lining, in all of this, is that I have completely stopped stressing about moving :).