There is a reason Nathan is named after Nate. Not only is he Brent's best friend, but he and Al take care of us in so many ways.
Last night, Mr. Nathan slept the whole night in his very own bed. YEAH!
He also peed like a race horse. The diaper gave up the ghost and drowned. Thank heavens Aunt Al had the foresight to put plastic sheets on his bed when she got everything ready for Mr. Nathan while Mama was running Haiti Ground Control.
Yesterday, we took Mr. Nathan to the doctor for his very first appointment. He was poked and prodded and forced against his will to give a blood sample. The poor kid could barely bleed enough for the vial to be happy. Insult to injury, I'd say. He can't even bleed well!
Mama and Papa got some work done on their computers and then Papa went to lay down. When he woke up a few hours later, he was running a 102 fever, coughing and puking and could barely stand up.
This isn't one of those situations where I can just have a neighbor take the kids while I run him to the hospital. Not because I don't love my neighbors - I do! They've been wonderful. But Nathan isn't ready to be left alone with strangers for ANY reason.
Call in the backup forces and Nate took Papa to the ER for me. They found he has fluid in his lungs on top of the infection and swelling... and DIRT. So they ran a bunch of stuff through him and got him treated up right and Uncle Nate brought him back home. Aunt Al stayed and kept Mama company while she did some paperwork and worried about Papa.
It's like that song... "winter, spring, summer or fall all you've got to do is call...."
Nate and Al take care of us. They're good people. They help us to be better people. They're some of our heros.
And THAT is why Mr. Nathan is named after his Uncle Nate.