On the 29Th of May, I took Sam to the Doctor, he was having very high fevers 103 degrees. He didn't want to eat, or sleep or play. And since he has a history of dehydration I was worried. I also had a viewing I needed to attend for Steve. So my mom took him and held him the whole time I was gone, the next day was the funeral. My mom was so nice to take the day off work so I was able to attend but this time, she couldn't get Sam to sleep. His doctor told me that she would call me Friday, ( that day) to check on Sam. My mom even after having the kids all day, had Emily spend the night one last time with Mikalle and Kendalle before they left.
At 9:30pm after Sam still hadn't slept, the Doctor called. I told her what was going on and she suggested I go to the ER... I said let me give him another hour and then I will go. We hung up and less then 5 minutes later, she called back. I REALLY want you to take him to the ER she said. So I did. After spending the day at a funeral, now I am heading to the ER... I was not dealing well with this day. I wish more than anything, i wasn't alone but I knew I needed to be strong and Stuart was where he should be doing a great an noble job.
2 1/2 days later he was released. He had IV and Glucose and another medicine given to him to get his normal levels all back to their right places. and after a lot of different items and a bunch of coaxing, he finally ate and drank on his own.
Stuart has this rule that when he goes away, I just HAVE to keep the kids out of the hospital. Well I failed. With in 2 weeks of him being gone, I had BOTH of them in the ER, and within Days of each other... I was NOT off to a great start...

Sam the night we got to PCMC
The Second Day, Sam finally sleeping soundly
The morning of his last day. At last he wanted to play.
We are so glad he is feeling better, I really hope he grows out of the not being able to keep himself hydrated... it sure is a scary thing...