August 12, 2026
Yesterday Tate slept until 3:30 PM, not waking to ask for meds or even use the bathroom. Today she was more awake, but it was a really difficult day.
Every once in a long while, we end up with an admission that consists of a hospital team that is all new to us. This was one of those. Tate ran fever last night and despite not feeling great, we headed home tonight. Tonight Tate was back to fever symptoms with chills, sweating and vomiting. But tonight there are no IV antibiotics to provide some reassurance. It really is defeating to be home only hours before you’re wondering and worrying once again. We’ll find the good in the yuck. Our own beds are a win despite the feeling that maybe we left too quickly.