For those who’ve inquired, as of 1AM, our son Dashiell is out of surgery with chest tube successfully installed. 300 milliliters of nastiness were siphoned out of his 1.5 liter chest, and his heartrate and respiration are the lowest they’ve been in 48 hours. All is well (or heading there) with the pneumonia!
Meanwhile, the scarlet fever is responding to treatment, with rashes and skin pain/itching slowly receding.
In other news, daddy is a blubbering, exhausted mess, pinballing emotionally between contented relief and “Everything sucks, and I hate everyone!”
I’m sure mamma is the same, but I sent her home with the baby to try to maintain some sense of normalcy for Arabella, and it’s too late to have an extended phone conversation…