Visit to scary land, everything fine.

Davey has been fighting a chest cold since X-mas and had just finally gotten through the night without coughing when he got hit with a bad stomach virus. He started throwing up on Thursday night and by Sunday he was still very sick and had become inconsolable. He wouldn't stop crying, was lethargic, wouldn't crack a smile. We brought him into the ER to see if he needed to be put on IV fluids and when they were giving him an IV he had a grand mal seizure on the table in the ER. Next thing you know, he's unconscious and being wheeled down for a cat scan (you can't go with him mom and dad) and I'm outside the ER screaming "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON" while dup is crying on the curb.

Davey is home now. They did all the brain tests and have determined it was a one off thing caused by dehydration and trauma (being held down and stuck with a needle). We spent 2 days in the ICU with him hooked up to a monitor and an IV. He cried pretty much non-stop the whole time.

I don't know how the kids and parents of kids with serious illnesses cope, living in the hospital, getting poked, going under anaesthesia, chemo, etc. I was there 2 days and it was fucking HELL. The worst part was watching Davey's spirit break. There is a seriousness to him that I had not seen before but he's coming back to us slowly. He's smiling and walking and rediscovering his world. He is still sick, feeling crappy and tired but he's hydrated and fighting.

Thank god. Thank you thank you thank you.

Gratitude pours from my everything.

Thank you again.

More later.