We got to Crooked Lake and before we took off shoes or coats...
Emily threw up.
I thought a lot of things I'd prefer no one see on a family site.
Friday afternoon we headed for the local hospital. Kenton's doing hospital duty.
In a massive effort to avoid profanity, I've been trying to make sense of things. (Not very Christian of me, is it?) Maybe the older four needed a real Christmas: you know, the kind where the house is clean, there are cookies, presents are not still in the mail (yeah, we should have a few waiting for us), cousins to play with and fun things going on.
(Yes, I am fully aware that Jesus wasn't born in a clean house with cookies or cousins or fun....but He did pick up some gold, frankincense, and myrrh so frankly I think I have a ways to go.)
It's hard. It's hard to be without "my baby". It's hard to know that we "gambled" and lost the health lottery for Emily. I dragged my family 1200 miles across country through rain and snow and still no one has seen "my baby".
Kenton says the staff at the hospital have been VERY kind and the kids are having a wonderful time. They've ridden sleds behind snowmobiles, played with cousins, been to a hockey game (Greenway lost 0-9), run on the treadmill, steamed in the sauna, watched a movie, played air hockey, eaten a ton of junk, and been loved up by aunts and uncles. The perfect kids' holiday, right?
It would be great to have Emily home for Christmas Eve.
I think we'll push hard for that, even if she ends up having to go back.
It could be so much worse, I know. It's still a major bummer.
Before I go off to throw a tantrum (Yep, Santa Claus is putting coal in my stocking!) I did want to send a genuine wish that each of you will have a very
with lots of good health.