My instincts were that he was fine, that he was going to turn the corner and start to bounce back. And he did for a bit but as night time crept in, his fever crept up at a steady pace.
Nothing should be underestimated about the will of a two year old boy. He refused all medicine. His fever continued to climb and I thought it may be time for the experts.
So we headed off to the emergency room. Only to be greeted at the door with news that this was their busiest night in a long time and to prepare to wait. To a parent in the middle of the night with a sick kido, those are hard words to swallow.
To make a long story shorter, there was nothing they could do. Jackson only responds to motrin, and well they tried to get him to take motrin and he wouldnt. So almost 5 hours later, they sent us home to let his body do its thing.
3 am we made it home to our bed. Curled up and crashed.
Turns out we were the experts this time and my instincts were right on. I suppose I wouldn’t trade the confidence of knowing we did the right thing. But the cost of said confidence, equals two hours of sleep and a bright new day ahead.
This moment was captured half way through our visit. It moved me to see, so vividly, the love of our family and how we endure. Jonathen along for the ride without a single complaint. Matt kneeling on the concrete floor in an attempt to comfort Jackson. His loving hold on his feverish body. With love like this, it is hard to go wrong.
