We are home. Praise the Lord. The doctor released Curtis yesterday afternoon. My wonderful in-laws arrived early that morning to help with the care of the little ones.
Just as we were settling into bed last night, we heard a weird sound that made me think, "Please, no!" But it was so. Jackson had a stomach virus. Jackson hasn't had one this bad since he was a baby and I was initially sort of frozen. But Cozy leaped into action and was amazing.
I fully expect to come down with this judging by the close contact I had with my boy yesterday and through the night. I'm just praying it comes quickly. I hate that Nana and Pappaw arrived just in time to fellowship in our virus. Hopefully everyone else - especially Curtis - will be spared.