I spent most of Mother's Day in the hospital. Below you can see the picture of my poor baby, Lawrence, hooked up to an IV. He had been feverish (up past 104 degrees) and throwing up the previous week. We had taken him to his pediatrician two days after it started. He found that both of Lawrence's ears were infected and put him on antibiotics.
Something still didn't seem right, though. I was uneasy the rest of the week. For one thing, he had never thrown up or had that persistent a fever with...
