Hold your breath....this one is ugly!

I received a call from Angie this morning and she was feeling like a bad mom. During therapy this morning, Sam's therapist told Angie that she thought he didn't feel well and might be sick. Yesterday, Sam told us that his throat felt funny. He just attended Adventure Weekend at our church and was around a ton of kids. It wouldn't have surprised us that he might have picked something up but what did surprise us....he actually told us he didn't feel well. In the midst of this clear and open communication regarding how he felt....we neglected to pursue his statement any further. So it took his therapist to point out that he might have a fever and wasn't feeling so great.

Yes, I did tell Angie she isn't a bad mommy and no I didn't give her grief for pushing forward and missing the fact he was feeling a bit off. Had to clear that up in case there was any concern.

Angie took the little champ's temperature and he had a little fever. She gave him some Tylenol and he rested most of the day. I didn't get home from the studio until after 7pm and he was glowing red. He was still in his full batman costume and that was a sweet sight. Even though he didn't feel well....he wanted to feel bad in style!

Luke needed some daddy attention and asked me to play him in tennis on the Wii. Sam planted himself on the couch in the pallet Angie made for him while Luke and I battled it out. Angie finished making dinner and that is when the good stuff happened. Just after she finished making dinner that is.

Angie was giving Sam his meds on the couch when he stood up and pointed to his tummy. She asked if he wanted the bowl that was nearby and he nodded. Here is the most incredible part....Sam stood there, tossed up everything in his tummy, never complained and even gave a slight grin when we continued to praise him. He was so brave. I brought him a small glass of water and he rinsed and spit into the bowl before going to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Why is this such an amazing event? Why am I celebrating my seven year old Standing & Delivering the goods into a white plastic bowl in front of our entire family?

For seven years Sam has not been able to clearly articulate how he feels inside.
For seven years Sam has not been able to handle bodily functions that were out of his control without throwing serious tantrums.
For seven years Sam has been paralyzed by the fear of being sick and refused to acknowledge when he didn't feel well.
For seven years we have wanted to understand how he felt inside and what we can do to help.
Tonight we knew exactly how he felt and could do something about it. It's only taken seven years but we made it!