This whole experience has been a life changing and informing experience of my life and of many others as well. Although I will probably have a lot more of these adventures and downfalls to come, I have learned how to react, explain, and to comfort, in this case, Pablo. You would be surprised how brave this little boy has been, and is. This dilemma has been harder, I think, for us, the family, than it has been for him. Maybe it's a lesson or a warning for us, but I am living in the present moment and that's where I am staying and worrying about.
On Tuesday night I was sleeping on our couch upstairs (Nana was sleeping in my bedroom). I went to sleep around 11:45. I was awoken from a deep sleep at 12:45 a.m. by Pablo, who was saying, "NO NO, I am still sleeping–STOP!" I thought Pablo was just getting his medicine, and it was nothing to worry about. But then I heard Jeff (Papa) saying, "Get your shoes on Mommy and Pablo–quick." That is what drew me out of bed, to ask, "What's wrong and where are you going?" (I was still 3/4 asleep.) What i heard was, "high fever" and "hospital." The next thing I knew, that they were gone and I was standing there, still trying to process what they were saying as they left. (I stayed home with Nana.) I went back to sleep and was going in and out of sleep about 20 minutes at a time.
Around 3:30 a.m. I saw Pablo's face appear above me. He said, "HEY, WE'RE BACK. COME EAT BREAKFAST!" So I got up and had a little midnight snack with my bro and Jeff (Papa). Jeff asked me to find myself a ride to school in the morning without waking them up. I succeeded in that task, thanks to our dear friends the LaSalles lol!!! YEAH!!