Up at 4am...again

4 am and I am up again. Each day this week seems to move slower and slower as we come closer to the MRI. Thankfully I have my laptop and email so I can work and communicate. Othewise I would be spending a lot of time looking at Jake sleeping and then up at the ceiling. This way, I get some work done and get tired enough to go back to bed. The feeling of a sick child is as indescribable as a parents love for them.