Yes, that is an IV in her arm.
Tuesday morning I was walking home from Marika's 2-month well-baby check, at which she was pronounced an officially well baby, talking on my phone with K about positive developments on the Israel front. That was 10 am.
By midnight, I was standing in an isolation room at the children's hospital, being told by nurses in yellow gowns and masks that my eight-week-old baby had bacterial meningitis.
(They were, B"H, WRONG.)
I don't have time to do it justice. I'm sorry, I just don't. But, as I wrote it to my boss Friday morning: