Anyway, one doctor visit and a prescription of antibiotic later, we make it home where the real fun can finally commence. Here's the Cliff's Notes version: he ran fever for 48 hours, his tongue swelled to three times its normal size, he lost the ability to speak and the back of his throat swelled to roughly the diameter of a pencil eraser. Who says we aren't exciting people?! Yippeee!
I haven't prayed this hard or this much (sorry, Lord) since he was born. I am happy to say, he's now on the mend. I think it's more from all the praying than the medicine, but that's just me. I hate it when my kids are sick, although to be honest, the not speaking part was kind of nice. (cringe)
The sewing I managed to accomplish I attribute entirely to stress. I was trying my hardest not to freak out and just keep him calm so he could breathe. I sewed two hundred and seventeen half-square triangles in two batches...one in Christmas fabrics, the other in wild, funky colors and patterns. Sorry the pictures didn't turn out so hot, but here they are...
I just threw stuff together and tried not to overthink the whole process.
|Wild and funky|
Hope your weekend is going a tad more smoothly. Happy quilting!