Well, less than 28 hours after we were discharged from the hospital we had to take Jacob back to the Emergency Room.  Since we've been home he's had increased episodes of diarrhea and vomiting and then tonight around 8:30pm he developed a fever and the shakes.  After several conversations with our faithful Fellow, Dr. Marsh, it was decided that Jacob should be seen in the ER.  It's after 1:00am and I just got home.  Jacob is going to be admitted, and this time to the Hem/Onc Floor (across the hall from BMT).  Brian, being the incredible husband that he is, insisted that he endure the long ER visit and then stay the night in the hospital so I could get some rest before he leaves tomorrow.  Before I left they had already drawn blood cultures and labs and started Jacob on an IV antibiotic and fluids.  We should know more tomorrow.

From a parental diagnostic standpoint, Brian and I both feel that Jacob just plain out feels lousy.  It's so painful to watch him dry heave over and over again, several times a day.  Earlier this afternoon we were all having fun playing make animal noises when Jacob's dragon roar turned into a violent episode of vomitting up his stomach acids.  It just breaks our hearts as we hold him and tell him over and over again how sorry we are that he is throwing up.  We always tell him too, that one day it won't be like this.  He is so brave.  In the few extra days that Brian and I have been able to spend together, we've spent a lot of time marveling over our sons.  We are blessed beyond measure.

Please pray for Jacob's spirits.  Of course he sensed that something was going on tonight, but when I told him we were going to the hospital he said to me, "Mommy, I just want to go upstairs to my bed and go to sleep."  I can't imagine what goes through his little mind.  Thank you for lifting our boy up in prayer.  We're grateful.