The world stopped turning today.
Around lunchtime, Jax, in a coma-like listless state, began struggling to breathe.
I literally threw Ryan in the car, held Jax in my arms, and raced down the street to the ER, where he was diagnosed with severe dehydration.
Shawn made it there from work in record time, Ninny rescued a growing-sicker-by-the-second Ryan from the Halls of Hospital Hell, and now Menana is spending the night here with Ninny to help out so I don't completely lose my mind, while Shawn dysinfects everything. We now own stock in Lysol.
I realize my tendancy to trivialize things may make all of this seem like a mere blip in our day, but please know that our world truly came to a stand-still during those 6 hours, and we were extremely fortunate to have a happy outcome.
All I could think of while I sat there watching his gray little polka-dotted body and sunken eyes was about the thousands of parents who do this day in and day out with kids much much worse off than my own.
While you're saying a prayer for my babies tonight (and I KNOW you will be!), please include these families in your thoughts as well.