Mia is home. Not all better yet, but well on her way and good enough to leave behind the oxygen mask and IV and come home to finish the job. Expect a thorough breakdown of the whole saga in the next few days, including a guided tour of my massive piles of mommy guilt. But for now, just a quick thank you to everyone who emailed or called or texted or left comments or even just paused your life for a moment to wish my kid would get better. I don't know if it helped her or not, but it made me feel less alone. And when it is 3 AM and you haven't slept in two days and you are sitting next to your four-year-old's hospital bed waiting for yet another alarm that means your kid isn't getting enough oxygen and you feel like the sun is never going to come up again and you will be stuck in the middle of this horrible, terrifying night forever... well, feeling less alone at that moment makes a big difference.