Why "Silent Night" Wasn't Silent
This is a poetry blog, but today's thoughts are in prose. Can you imagine how long of a poem it would have been to convey everything? 😊 Yesterday at 1:11pm my husband and I headed to the children’s hospital with our 19 month old daughter. We didn’t walk out of that building until 8:00, and the intervening hours were not dull, to say the least… Bethany had been sick since Monday afternoon with a tummy virus and congestion. Her brother and cousins had all had the same thing last week, so we settled in to fight the 72-hour bug one more time. One of our biggest concerns was preventing dehydration, which we worked at every way we could. I literally held her all day/night for several days, giving her water one teaspoon at a time. In many ways, she was improving, but by Thursday night, her lack of wet diapers was concerning us. I didn’t want my baby to have an IV, but by Friday noon, we knew that was most likely what was necessary. I hated the proces