I spent the night at my parents (Snow storm on it's way and didn't want to be snowed in at our house if he got worse.) So, by midnight I felt like I could lay him down in the pack and play and lay on the couch right beside him and watch him sleep and listen to him breath. Scary. Night.
8 a.m. the next day I wake up (I'd fallen asleep?! How did that happen?) Levi scratching the side of the pack and play with his finger nails and squealing at the top of his lungs as my parent's Cat ambled by. He was doing GREAT and wanted to be let out so that he could army crawl around the house after the Cat. She likes to stay about 2 feet away- but enjoys the attention.
I think he snuggles just a bit more now, and I think I love him even more after going through this. Whew. Praise the Lord for a healthy boy who's little body did great handling whatever was upsetting it. And praise HIM for bringing Levi back to perfect health so quickly.
It's been three days- but all I want to do is hold him and kiss his so-soft cheeks, but he's much too busy for too much of that.... places to go, things to suck on, messes to make! :) I love it.
