{And no, this is not a pregnancy announcement. I know it's coming across that way!}
David woke up on Friday, Jillian's 3rd birthday, with a high temp of 103. In a scramble to still make Jillian's birthday special, Phil took a day off of work to help me take care of him. Minus a slightly decreased appetite and high temperature, David didn't seem to have anything else wrong with him. We assumed it was just a high fever that needed to run it's course. By Saturday afternoon, his temp dipped down to 100, so I went grocery shopping and assumed the worst was over.
Fast forward to Sunday afternoon, we end up at a clinic that sends him to the ER for an ultrasound. We ended up being admitted into said hospital, where he was observed until we were discharged yesterday afternoon.
I will go into more detail in another post. Right now the experience is still pretty fresh. It was a scary experience, but David was in great hands. This was not life threatening thankfully, but still a serious situation that had to be monitored.
Being home with my two babies who feel well is one of the greatest Christmas gifts I could ever receive. I am beyond thankful for all the support I received while we went through those frightening days.
More than anything, I just want to remind myself that, as justifiably hard this parenting thing is, I could never ever imagine living my life without my Jillian Rose and David Anthony. They have a large piece of my heart and soul, and I love them so much it physically hurts.
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