- "He has a temperature of 104."
- "You have a very sick baby."
- "...possible meningitis..."
- "...neural deafness...developmental delays...behavioral problems..."
- "We'll need to keep him here for at least three or four days, and possibly up to three weeks."
Thankfully, we were only in the hospital for three days.
Thankfully, Sam "only" has a somewhat serious viral infection, rather than a dreadfully serious case of bacterial meningitis. He's on the mend, with no long-term ill effects. I've never been so happy to see my boy resume his crabby ways.
Thankfully, we live in a country and a city where access to excellent, free healthcare for children is a given.
While spending the last few days under semi-quarantine in a hospital room, with lots of time to watch CNN, I also had lots of time to think about the thousands and thousands of people in Louisiana with at least as much need of medical aid as my family. A warm, dry, peaceful hospital room, with doctors and nurses checking in around the clock, is something I'll never take for granted again. Sam's too young to feel survivor guilt, but I'm not.