They told us she had RSV and that they couldn't rule out pneumonia. It was Friday night and we were in the emergency room. Not exactly what I had planned to kick off our weekend. Her doctor suggested we pay a visit to our local ER after I ran down her symptoms. Within minutes of slapping down our insurance card at Loyola we were being ushered back for further evaluation. I heard things like Albuterol, chest x-ray and "likely admission". My heart sank. This certainly was qualifying as one of my worst moments as a parent. Vivian's stomach was flaring rapidly, trying to catch enough breath and there was nothing I could do. After three hours of observation her symptoms started to improve. I had chatted up the attending and found out we had friends in common...thank you University of Chicago. And some how, Jerry and I must have presented as competent parents because they were willing to let us take her home. I thoroughly questioned their judgment but the newly admitted gun shot wound across the hall and the psychotic guy next door shut me up quick. So we bundled up, script in hand and took her home. It's been a weekend of steamy showers and sleepless nights, rocking chairs and worry. But thankfully things are looking up.