Tuesday, June 2, 2009

It's so simple for me to find grace lately, so why am I struggling to find the words to plead for Xander to feel better? I've honestly never seen him this sick. Doctor says not strep but treat him as such anyway. Almost twenty four hours of antibiotics, throwup, and diahhrea later...still not better.

He's up and chatting now. A little spec of relief. This twilight sick day. He's my everything and to see him feeling like pond scum is living in his throat is too much to bear.

His little quiet laughs at cartoons (which he's never watched so much of as he has this sick time) are making my heart sing.

1 comment:

J. Anthony Holloway said...

Well, I certainly hope the little fella starts feeling better soon.