Last night Davin took a little tumble off of his bed. He woke us up at about 1:30 am with his cries, and I stumbled into the dark room to find him on the floor. He cried for about 45 minutes while Chris and I tried to get him to settle down. Finally he drifted off to sleep, but he woke up every couple of hours or so and started crying again. We are staying at Chris's grandparents' house in Austin, TX, so we thought that maybe he was scared of the new surroundings or that he was just having a hard time sleeping because of our long day of travel. In the morning as we were getting ready for church, I noticed that when I picked him up he would start to cry. We started poking and prodding him to see if something was wrong and determined that he needed to see a doctor. After several phone calls (these things always happen on Sunday when you are out of town and no one wants to take your lame student insurance), we finally concluded that we would take him to the emergency room. Despite...