Well! So that was a fun trip. Jo was discharged on Friday. That's five nights in the hospital, most of it hooked up to an IV and some other unpleasant tubing; five days without solid food; and at least five tantrums over medicine (taste thereof).
We have been so lucky up to this point with healthy kids. In 6 years we'd never been to the emergency room and the only medical procedure they'd had was one set of itty bitty ear tubes. Now I know it's true that everything else just falls away when your child is sick and really, really needs you. Jeff and I almost fought over who'd be the one to sleep in her hospital room--we traded off staying there and taking care of Opie. I hated being away from her, even when Opie and I were off having little adventures around the city (taking the Muni to the beach: best $1.50 I spent).
She's never been so sick, and she's still not better--she's achy and tired and sad. I'm afraid she's lost any faith she had in doctors and medicine and possibly even the power of her parents to make things right. Not exactly the souvenir I'd hoped to bring home from San Francisco.
In the end, Jeff and the kids got one day of sightseeing and I got one day at BlogHer. I missed the keynotes and the parties and seeing many of you, but I'm grateful for those I did get to see, and for all the warm wishes and good thoughts for Jo.