2:47 AM. Shut off, brain. I would prefer we be sleeping. Yesterday afternoon was so much better for the Beck…his fever broke, he was playing, talking, smiling on occasion…it was such a glorious sight. He still feels pretty miserable from the ear infection/flu combo, but overall he’s getting so much better already. Plus, the fever is gone. Hallllleeeluujah!! You know, the events from Sunday were terrible, but they weren’t out of the ordinary, unfortunately. Kids get sick and when they do sometimes it gets a little dramatic. Still, I wasn’t quite done being haunted by the first time he had an ambulance spin…now Taylor and I both are a little…

I should probably be sleeping while the wee one naps, but let’s be honest…I can’t shut my brain off just yet. Yesterday was easily the most intense Sunday in Brooks’ family record books. At the same time, it was oddly peaceful. For me at least. I’ll explain. Remember when Beckett was 2 days old and he was transported via ambulance and admitted to Cook Children’s for 3 days? Yea, that. Saturday was guys’ day at home, so Taylor and my broham watched Beckett while I showered Candace and her soon-to-be-born baby, Gavyn in another city. When I got home that night, I could tell Beckett had a fever and was…