"I understand that sleeping through the day only postpones the inevitable, but anymore, my happy place is only found in the warm and welcoming arms of blissful ignorance."

I'm at my wits end with trying to get Elliott to eat. It's a losing battle and I'm not getting anywhere fast.

I think I overreacted just a little bit. In all fairness though, in this situation, I think it's better to overreact than underreact. We've never had him sick since we found out about his Immunodeficiency. I totally panicked and I'm okay admitting that.

I've spoken to Akron Children's Hospital twice this morning.  I waiting to hear back from Gavin's immunologist, as to what we are going to do.  The nurse is thinking that even though it's a virus, we might do antibiotics. The reason is that he's at the tale end of what's left of his donated immune system for the month.  He's due for his next infusion in about a week.  Also, because he is sick, he's in a weekend state and we don't want anything else creeping in and kicking him while he's down. Gavin's using his rescue inhaler 4 times a day and we are waiting to hear back from the doctor, as to what we need to do next.  As soon as I hear anything, I'll let you all…

Do you ever have one of those mornings where it seems like everything that can go wrong, does go wrong? This is what's happening to me this morning.

I tried, I really did. This has been something that has progressively gotten worse over time. It began when he was diagnosed with an allergy to tree nuts, almonds in particular.

For starters, Gavin has asthma. This means that any respiratory illness can be very dangerous. However, in Gavin's case, asthma is the least of our concerns.

When I see my kids struggle, in any capacity, I feel so incredibly guilty because I can't take their burden away from them. I can help them to some extent, but in many cases I can't. I feel guilty because I can't provide a better life for my family, even though I'm already doing everything I can possibly do.