Party.

Thursday night to Friday a.m. I was up with Samuel about 15 times to push his morphine button or help him throw up. I just hold the bucket. I was there til Friday evening. Mike and I got to step out and have some dinner and TIME together. He also came home. (2 nights in a row). And I was there. We were both home at the same time (definition of miracle). A huge thanks to Mike's Dad for watching Samuel overnight.


We had a birthday party to go to this morning at the Norfolk Botanical Gardens. The kids had a great time. My heart was sad that Samuel wasn't there. It was really obvious to me that he was missing.

Samuel had a better day today. I didn't get to see him til this evening but he was perky and cheerful. We had a little pizza party in the hospital's playroom to celebrate my mom's birthday. He was so happy to participate and loved being at a "Burfday Party". I think my Mom enjoyed it as well. I had made a Funfetti Cake. We had birthday hats, napkins, plates and cups. I even hung up a birthday banner. (Nothing like Dollar Tree to make a party complete).

Samuel ate some birthday cake and then proceeded to throw up immediately. Later he ended up walking around the room though. Yay! He was enjoying being with his siblings and amongst his relatives. It was a good night.

It ended kind of rough. Samuel was tired and got back in his wagon (our means of transportation for him). Libby came over to hug him and they were holding each other's hands and crying. Libby was saying how much she missed him and wants him to come home. Samuel was crying too. It was pretty emotional.

I feel emotionally drained tonight. Happy to be together and heartbroken. It's so hard seeing Samuel in this state. It's just not "him" if you know what I mean. Hoping for some "up" days...