Last Thursday I took Drake into the doctor after hearing him cough like crazy through the night. His cough had started a week before and I went through the usual "It's allergies, no wait - it's a cold, no - that sounds like croup, wait - it is probably allergies".
At 3:00am Thursday morning I rolled over in bed and said to Johnny, "Um, I'm pretty sure he has pneumonia." I got him into the doctor as soon as I could the next morning and, sure enough, it was pneumonia. But not just the 'here's a prescription, go home and take it easy' kind, the 'you need to get him to the hospital right now' kind.
He was so tough getting his IV and being in the hospital didn't seem to phase him.
You know that feeling when you think you've totally failed your children as their mother, and should've know how sick they were? Yeah, felt that.
Johnny was supposed to be on a plane to Chicago, thank heavens someone volunteered the night before!
Drake kept himself entertained with volunteers playing video games with him, movies, and Legos.
He loved having the Browns and their cousin visit!
His brothers love being outdoors and hiking the waterfall, and visiting Drakie when they could.
He had to make sure and drink plenty of water, a requirement to be able to go home.
After 5 days of hanging out in this room, starring at the pictures on the ceiling, Drake decided to add one of his own right before we left. Johnny helped a little :)
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