I was home alone with Emma for a few hours today.

I was home alone with Emma for a few hours today.  She slept more than usual and sneezed a few times.  In my head apparently that translated into "She's on her deathbed OMGIHAVETODOSOMETHINGRIGHTNOW."

Shaun has talked me down, once again.  Clearly, I am too paranoid and upset and scared to make rational decisions.  Here is our agreement:  If the blood work isn't back by Saturday, then she's going to AMC.  If she looks at all worse anytime before that, then she is going to AMC.  If her eyes continue to clear and she seems to feel ok, then I will CONSIDER continuing to wait for her blood work to come back at Dr. Berry's.

I doubt there is a parallel universe that exists in which I am totally cool with this on any level, but I think that having a solid plan laid out is helpful.  I am trying extremely hard to remain calm and make the best decisions, but I am a fixer of things so it's excruciatingly difficult for me to just... wait.  😕