I smiled
SO BIG
when I saw the new, updated sign on the garage door:
The entire family was outside waiting and Donald [carefully] scooped up Elisabeth from her carseat and carried her in the house.
They had 'For She's a Jolly Good Fellow' all cued up to play and as we walked in the door we all began to sing along. A joyful return for our special little queen.
Elisabeth was once again returned to her royal throne [the couch!].
Literally fifteen minutes after we arrived, Donald, Lorelai, and Elsa had to leave for Seattle; the regional track meet was that weekend and they were only waiting around long enough to greet us.
And just like last time, Lorelai sneaked a peek at Elisabeth's new back:
Then they were off and it was Alexandra and I left at home to play nurse to Elisabeth.
At first things seemed relatively okay:
But things started going downhill quickly.
She started thrashing about, sweat was pouring from her head, she couldn't sleep.
'Think, think, think,' I told myself.
I knew there had to be a solution. There had to be something causing this, some variable that I was missing.
As afternoon turned into night she became increasingly worse. I was tired, I was worried. There was no where left to turn. I knew the local hospital wouldn't take her, they had said so themselves. And driving back to Spokane just wasn't an option that late at night. Plus, I had just spent a week back there and really, they hadn't solved the problem.
I was on my own. I needed to figure it out.
[To help ease her discomfort, Alexandra created a makeshift hospital
bed by using a bean bag to elevate the mattress.]
