Emmet has pneumonia. He's going to be okay, but he's been sick for two weeks and counting. This particularly fun strain of pneumonia includes fluid on the lungs plus an ear infection and hives. Sounds fun, doesn't it? Also, somewhere amidst the three doctor visits (including two finger pricks and a big shot) and the two visits to the hospital for chest x-rays, he has picked up ANOTHER goddamn virus that causes high fever and body aches.
He is just the saddest little guy ever when he's sick. He's just been lying on the couch, limp and too tired to move. He went several days without eating. Fortunately, he's starting to bounce back; he ate a little on Thursday, and a little more on Friday and Saturday. He's feeling well enough to watch tv again.
But for now we're stuck in Houston. Papi and Becca are in Bridge City with the rest of our family. Emmet is very concerned about the Easter Bunny finding him; it's his first time to be in Houston for a holiday. Mine too.