Hospitals are normal

Yesterday, my wife expressed her gratitude for the good health of our family, with which we are blessed and fortunate. I would add health insurance to that gratitude. In months 20 through 40 of her young life, Olivia has seen mommy (maternity ward), daddy (ER trip on misdiagnosis), and little sister (dehydration, virus) in hospital garb on a gurney or hospital bed. In her world, it is normal for a family member to be in the hospital once in a year. "Gurney," "stethescope" and some mispronunciation of "ambulance" are part of her vocabulary.

Doing that without health insurance? ugh.

One way to rehydrate

Well, this is the child that was vomiting three days in a row, leading to a much-too-sudden discussion with an emergency room surgeon about his opinion on the necessity of immediate surgery (examination and test results led him to conclude it was not needed). One moment I'm at work typing on the computer, and not too many moments later entering a pediatric emergency waiting room with a very convincing rural landscape mural.

All is well, so it seems. She had an overnight stay to get rehydrated and is back at home, recovering from her adnovirus. BAM!! -- don't blink, this happens fast. Hopefully, she will forget all about three days of crying.