When Reed was 9 days old, on a Saturday afternoon, he ran a fever of 101.7. Babies with a fever over 100.4 (if they are under 60 days old), are to be brought to the ER. So, within minutes, Wade and I left to take Reed to the ER. Once we got there, his fever had disappeared and we both thought we'd be home in time for dinner. About an hour later, we were checked in, and the ER doctor recommended protocol for newborns with fevers - run blood work, urine tests, and spinal tap. They also needed to run an IV to give him fluids and start antibiotics. I was worried sick. All I could do was stare at him and try not to think about loosing him. I did my best to stay calm, of course we agreed to take all precautions, and hoped for the best. I won't go into details of how many times they poked his tiny little arms, or the catheter they had to do 3 times, or how heartbreaking it was to have to pin him down for these tests. Long story short, after spending hours in the ER, around midnight Reed and I rode in an ambulance to Rady Children's Hospital for 48 hours of observation. The great news is, he will be fine. The tests came back positive for Viral Meningitis, and his body would fight it off. I'm happy to say he's 15 days old as I write this, and he's doing just fine. The whole experience put everything into perspective, I am ever so grateful for his health.

I didn't have the heart to take hardly any pictures during the whole experience, but here are a few. He already has lived quite an eventful life. <3