Last night Sam giggled his way through our Davy Christmas party with 20 people present, cousins, food and much crazy-i-ness.
Then he had a really rough night with high temps and vomiting. We thought it was his urine infection kicking off, but both urines are clear and I have an inkling it is something different/more serious.... so sadly he is sitting in Starship Emergency Department waiting to be seen.
Girls are disappointed as they anticipate another hospital Christmas, I'm so tired after a crazy few months that Francis has taken him in so I can sleep this afternoon. I will be swapping with Francis at 8am tomorrow so he can go to work - he finishes work on Wednesday before a 2 week break.
So the tree is up, the Christmas music has been playing, but it's about to be turned off so I can 'nana nap'. The girls are so good at reading/hanging out and being ignored that I should get in a couple of hours. I hope by the time I awake there is some news as to the source of the infection and a treatment plan..... but it is Sunday (read skeleton staff on at Starship) so all will be revealed in due course.
I don't like seeing Sam so hot and then he gets really babbly and slightly delirious.... dear boy, his life is not easy, wish I could make it easier for him.