A Bad Christmas Letter

I'm afraid today's post might read a little bit like a bad Christmas letter, you know the one about Aunt Lou's bunion surgery and Uncle's Leo's valve replacement?

But alas, what is the Solgos family without a huge packet that comes from Blue Cross bi-monthly?

All silliness aside, our sweet Safe Families baby, is in the hospital. He has a virus. For a healthy child, a virus is a drag, but something easily fought and won. For Baby J, he needs to be in the hospital. He is on oxygen and needs regular suctioning. I know the hospital is where he needs to be to recover physically, and I am trusting that God will provide for his emotional needs as well.

Carter had his cardiology appointment yesterday. You can imagine the logistical nightmare of getting Carter to his appointment on the north side of Chicago while Baby J's hospital is on the way east side. No stress there! Carter and Daddy had a long day with echos, EKGs and x-rays of his pacemaker, but a good report ensued. Praise God! This mama could not have handled any complications yesterday!

Tomorrow, Carter has his EEG to check for seizure activity. This means he stays up late tonight, and I wake him early tomorrow, so that he can fall asleep during his test. He is brilliant at this and I admire his ability to fall asleep in the clinic reclining chair (can they not spring for a bed?).

In the spirit of this sounding like a bad Christmas letter, I cannot resist the final piece of Solgos medical news. Next Friday, I get to have a tube put in my ear. Yup, even though I have four kids, none who have required tubes, I need to get a tube in my ear at age 36.

The End.