Since my last post, things ended up going downhill with Carson. He has been so, so sick this week and spiked an almost-scary-high fever yesterday. I finally gave up and took him into the ER this afternoon for IV fluids, but the kid perked up within an hour with some Zofran and finally agreed to start drinking. So he escaped an IV by a narrow margin. For now. But rather than belabor our sick factor, I’d rather be thankful.
Thankful that Carson is indeed improving a little.
Thankful that the rest of us remain well.
Thankful that while I saw patients yesterday morning, my coworkers loved and cared for Carson as if he were their own. They tucked him in, cleaned him up, and took the burden off of my shoulders for the few hours I worked.
Thankful for a husband who has shown me such grace as I have had so little let over for him this week.
Thankful for Carson’s tender heart. Yesterday, in the midst of some of his sickest sickness, he looked at me and said, “Mama, I love you. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my whole life.” His sweetness kills me.
She screamed in delight at the baby dolls. I let her pick out a (little) doll and some new princess underwear. It was girl’s night after all. 🙂 And yes, she likes to accessorize. The pink bracelet was totally her doing.
Then she got all Lion King “check out my new baby” on me as she lifted the doll up for everyone to see outside of Target. I wish I could have taken a better picture, but it really was eerily similar to the scene at Pride Rock.