home. run away. Now, I look back and recognize how blessed I was. How blessed I was to have Ella here in Three Hills, where there is no NICU to whisk her away to, not that anyone would have thought to - nobody seemed to believe me when I said I thought she had Down Syndrome - that, or they just didn't want to say it to my face. But regardless, I am so thankful that she was able to stay with me. That we could work through nursing, bond in the wee hours of the morning and spend time with family and all of my wonderful friends who came to visit. Ella seems to be doing better today. Her fever is down and she seems more herself (aside from not really wanting to eat and throwing up the only toast she would accept.) And while, I tell you the woes of my little girl, I am reminded that there are so many other little ones out there that have bigger fish to fry. Keep in your prayers another little Ella who is having heart surgery in Edmonton. A new addition to my dear friends' family just adopted and waiting for a passport so they can bring sweet Evyn home. And all the little children who are waiting for their forever families. 6 comments: Sweet Ella. It's so tough when our kids are sick. I feel for you. (I will definitely keep that other baby in mindful prayer as well.)