Dakin "crashed." Today was the day that we nearly lost him and didn't even know it. Thank heaven that I was able to get in to see the doctor, and that my dear friend Heather took us over there on her way to Wal-Mart. Thank heaven for the Nurse Practitioner who recognized that there was a problem, and took us over to see our usual pediatrician. Thank heaven for the nurse who packed us in her car and drove us to the ER, and for Dr. H (pediatrician) who canceled all his appointments the rest of the day to stay with us until the helicopter came to take us to Dallas. Thank heaven that Daddy was safe coming in to Dallas while Mommy went in the helicopter with Dakin. And thank heaven for all the sweet, amazing nurses and RTs who lovingly cared not only for Dakin, but for Mommy the whole time we were in the PICU, and the wonderful doctors who racked their brains to discover what was wrong.
All in all, thank heaven. I have been telling myself that the first year of something like this must be the worst, so here we are, having survived one whole year of it. Incredible.