Another late night...

just getting home from the hospital, and about to eat dinner...

The pic on my cell phone is Jonah from almost 2 years ago... He decided to give himself a "haircut" the day of his 5th birthday... He cut giant chunks from his hair, on both sides... our only option was either to shave his head completely, or give him a mohawk... He chose the mohawk... It was quite interesting sending him to his first day of Kindergaten with a mohawk... This particular pic is really one of my favorites ever...

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It's nearly midnight... Bjorn is spending another night in the hospital... They still have absolutely no idea what is wrong with him...

I'm quite worried... I know it sounds strange, but I have such a "maternal" bond with him that I feel like my heart is being ripped from my chest... He could barely speak most of the day, and I had to feed him what little I could get him to eat of his lunch... tests after tests came back negative... All I can hope for is that we wake up to a phone call telling us that he's made a miraculous recovery...

If only they knew what was wrong... >.<