Nothing more helpless than being unable to provide comfort

We're sitting 500 miles away from Abigail in a city of the same name — as she goes to a hospital in Wilmington (Delaware) with my parents and we're helpless in Wilmington (North Carolina); praying that all is ok. Yet again Abigail has gotten a facial rash that has deformed her face into a red, bumpy and sploched map. Sometime on Wednesday (of last week) she started a small sunburn on her face, which slowly showed rash — which grew and worsened in pain and itchness; and hasn't gotten better. The plan all along was for the kids to go back with my parents to Delaware after vacation for some relaxation, swimming and having fun with their grandparents, while Sonya and I would quickly visit with friends in Wilmington, North Carolina, then head home for a few days to work and get a little break and drive to Delaware on Friday to get the kids. Now we're just waiting to hear back about a diagnosis, some game plan — twiddling our thumbs wondering what (if anything) can or should be done. Its the worst feeling not being their to support your child, as they're scared, nervous and anxious. Empty and impotent, helpless. There's only hope and trust and prayer — which honestly feels inadequate at best.