Never underestimate the power of a mother's instinct.
Will has been admitted to the hospital for observation by his neuro team. After a night of no sleep and fitful behavior, we made a trip to the ER at 4:00 am. While his head and shunt look OK (ie: nothing seems to be amiss), he's running a fever and having little seizures as a result. Needless to say, I'm a wreck, but at least there's someone else watching him along with me. I have come to think of the hospital as the world's most expensive babysitter. The mister is in Boston, with plans to come home tomorrow, just because. Sigh.
I'm just so fucking sick and tired of this crap -- this roller coaster which is our normal. I'm over it. Plain and simple. My heart aches for my little boy, because he knows no other existence. It's not fair. But it is what it is.
Sometimes it ain't easy being me. This is one of those times.