I'm calling in all prayer favors tonight. I went to work today and left Dalton in the capable hands of his loving father. All day, I got reports of, "Yeah, he's fine. Oh yeah, he's doing good." I should have known when I called home to see if they wanted to meet me at IHOP and Dalton said he didn't that something was wrong. Instead, I trusted that hairy hunk that just two days ago I was ready to shoot.
When I got home tonight, Dalton was burning up with fever. I got out the ole stethoscope and took a little listen, and we have NO improvement. I'm not gonna go overboard and say, it sounds worse, but my gut is screaming at me. He told me if tries to walk very fast the "ammonia" makes him feel like a "fish out of water." Poor kid. I'm gonna see how the night goes and the gut may take us back to the doctor in the morning. Please include my little man in your prayers if you don't mind. I am a true believer in the power of prayers. I do NOT want a sick boy.
Hitting the hay early tonight. Hug your babies, share your love.