THANKS for ALL the posts. The Houdini of the South did not escape this one .

Update:

It's 9:30. I am at home, while my wife is spending the night there.
For those without kids, I'll try to explain the emotions:
For the last 2 days, I have been frustrated with cleaning vomit and diapers. The washing machine has run almost non-stop.
At times you just want to SCREAM: "STOP DOING THAT!!!!!"
You are "losing" tiime-off from work when you could actually be having fun and getting "stuff" done.
In the fire, it feels like your beating your head on pavement.

Yet, tonight . . .
I didn't want to leave the hospital and TREASURE the last 2 days. I WANT to leave the mess of his pallet on the den floor (cups, bowls and all).
I only HOPE I will be able to sleep.
Now that I have my "alone" time (KiWi is at her grandmothers), I can't do ANYTHING but HOPE he will be OK and released tomorrow morning.

It's an odd thing, this parenthood thing. IMPOSSIBLE to explain, but PERFECTLY understood by 90% of parents with but a word (or even a look).

Now, back to the usual silliness (and try to get my nerves off what actually happening).