My poor babies are both fevered and sick. G’s been unwell for a few weeks and didn’t seem to be getting better so Justin brought him to Emerg. That’s my job. I take the kids to the hospital. I hold them tight when they get upset about tests, or exams, I nursed them through their needles, stroke their hair when they’re having their treatment masks, hold them while they sleep. So my sweet little boy was literally a floor below me. And I’m here. In my bubble. So close. But so far away. Watching Parks and Rec, feeling useless. I am so grateful my kids have an amazing dad who loves them and take such incredibly great care of them, but I feel angry I can’t be there when they need me right now. Even if they really don’t.
Oh, and apparently Gallagher has pneumonia.