The hospital lab called the doctor today and reported that Porter officially has strep pneumonia. Sounds awful, huh? He's getting a little better . . . better enough to whimper all day, unhappy in my arms or on his own. All my boys are asleep now . . . Greg is coming home in two day for about 72 hours . . . and I can hardly wait. Don't get me wrong . . . I'm keeping it together, but sometimes only by a thread. HOWEVER . . . if we survived a long December with three very sick children, we can endure this, too. I learned, very quickly after Greg joined the Army, what has come to be sort of my personal motto: You never know what you can do on your own until you have no other choice but to do it.
So here's to motherhood . . .
. . . and thank goodness for family.