Always a fire to put out

I don’t think I’ve ever gone more than 2 days without writing…so I figured I’d force myself to sit down right now and do it.

It’s been a chaotic week. At no point, has it gotten any easier. I feel like I’m at my breaking point.

I spent most of today in appointments and doctors offices, trying to figure out what’s going on with the baby. All of a sudden he has redness and swelling in his legs, and is refusing to put any weight on his left leg at all.

We got X-rays on both legs and labs just a little while ago, I don’t have results yet and I don’t have answers.

There’s always a fire for me to put out. Always some kind of emergency.

I’m too emotionally exhausted for any more of an update right now, but yeah. That’s what I’ve been dealing with for the past few days.

He’s such a trooper. Never cries. Not during the X-ray, not during labs, not when people are constantly poking and prodding him…he really is the best little boy.

I hate that life is so hard for him.