My Mom said it best this afternoon when she pointed out that this is the first time Caleb has really been aware of his illness. We did our best to make him entertained and comfortable throughout the day, but I am pretty sure that we were fighting a losing battle. I think that Brian deserves a Father's Day re-do next weekend! But again, my Mom said it best...this is what Daddy's do. And Brian is spectacular at taking care of his dude, which he showcased all day long.
While Caleb did sleep in, it wasn't near long enough to make up for last night. So he was happy when he woke up, but quickly started showing his fatique and telling us how he hurt. One of the first things he said to me this morning was that he needed to go back to the doctor because his lungs still hurt. Broke my heart.
He was a trooper. But we are exhausted from the efforts of keeping after him today. My parents came over for a visit after church, proving they are troopers as well (we were supposed to spend the afternoon at their place, in their pool), but not even Chai cheered him up for long. We are praying that Caleb sleeps really well tonight and feels better in the morning. He crashed at 5pm tonight, so we are also praying that he doesn't wake up in a few hours convinced that he just took a nap.
I have spent a lot of time in the last 24 hours thinking about our dude when he was 11 months old, extremely sick, and had his first trip to the emergency room. I will never forget that experience. Our dude is so precious to us and we hurt whenever he is not well.
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