October 21, 2015
It's pneumonia in those little lungs. I hear her wailing in the background as I get a quick update. They're keeping her on oxygen in the hospital and neither she nor her poor parents will get much sleep for yet another night. We all know it's better for her to be there than to have them hovering over her at home, wondering if she's OK, but my heart aches for them all, knowing too well how worry spirals out of control, especially when you lack sleep and food. Not that I could do much, but I wish I were there.