Hospital Day 3

Geesh, he's still there. First off, thank you to everyone for your emails.

For those of you with children, try to imagine the feelings you'd get, some of you already know, sitting in a hospital room with your child; a child who is too sick to leave.

Now imagine the same thing happening in a foreign country. The doctors and nurses don't speak your language, you don't know if the care is good, and the hospital can't communicate with your insurance provider. As a matter of fact, you don't even know if your child is covered. Will he be ok? When will he go home? Will you go broke in the process? These are just a few of the things which run through my mind... endlessly.

I sit in that room next to my child and pray all will be ok. The doctors come in, check his condition, then vanish back into the hospital. I study their facial expressions to determine if all is ok and splice together a german sentence asking if all is fine. They always respond in what might as well be Klingon. Yvonne and I take turns watching him while the other goes home to shower, eat and sleep. Seeing Yvonne return to us is momentous. The doctors are able to articulate their thoughts with her, and she can translate to me.

Noah will be fine.

They found an infection by taking a blood sample. They just can't determine the location and reason for it. He is on a fever reduction medicine as well as antibiotics. He'll be home as soon as his fever is under control. The hospital staff and doctor are really nice and the food is first class. Noah spends his time in the children's playroom, sleeping, watching Mama Mia on his DVD player, and spying on the helicopter which lands outside his window.

We expect he'll be home today. Again, thanks for your emails. All else is going fine out here. The hot weather has passed for now. We even got some rain! What a blessing.