Fast forward a few months, and we are really just going through the motions now. We are mourning the loss of my dad, and most recently Nolan was in the hospital overnight for an abscess on his tonsil. On Saturday night Nolan woke up burning hot, but when he woke up he just stared at us. Almost like he was hallucinating or even possessed. It was super creepy. He snapped out of it pretty quickly and so we gave him some medicine and put him back to sleep. We were going to take him to the ER that night, my sister thought he may have had a febrile seizure. Well, from everyone I talked to and everything I read, it really does sound exactly like that is what he had. On Sunday morning when we woke up Nolan was still burning up. Ryan took him to KinderMender and the next thing we knew, that turned into an ER trip consisting of blood work, CT scan and being admitted to receive 24 hours of antibiotics by IV. To say Nolan was a trooper would be an understatement. He was AMAZING. I have never been so proud. For such a little human to go through these things, I was seriously in awe watching his bravery. He didn't cry. He just asked a lot of questions, the most popular one being, "Can we go home now?". I stayed the night with Nolan and Ryan went home to take care of Maddie. Around 3:30am after being woken up again by the nurses for vitals and antibiotics, Nolan asked me to stay in the bed with him and I happily complied, snuggling my baby boy until the morning. We were prepared to stay until late afternoon that day, but received happy news from the doctor that we were being discharged and going home. Nolan is currently still on an oral antibiotic and we have to wake him up in the middle of the night for one of his doses. Poor boy is exhausted, but obliging as he makes sure we know that he does not want to go back to the hospital. In fact, he tells us that we aren't even allowed to talk about it. "It" being the hospital. Seriously though, he's a little superstar.
The last thing I want to do is a special tribute to my dad. He was reunited in heaven with my mom on February, 15, 2018. I didn't want to say goodbye. I didn't want to let him go, but it was his time. I miss him tremendous amounts. I want to pick up the phone and call him, but I can't. I want to hear him laugh and see him smile. I want to give him a hug and kiss one more time. But, I can't. I will hold all of the memories of both him and my mom so close to my heart. I am thankful everyday that they made me theirs.
