Frustration and disappointment

Well it has been another rough day at the Weber home. After trying since last friday to not worry too much about Sam and not call the doctor about every little thing, I finally got a little anxious and called her. I told her I didn't really want to come in and that I just really wanted to talk with her. Well after I told her all that was going on she wanted to see him as well as order a lot of blood work. So last night Sam and I went up to the hospital and got his blood drawn. Then I worked last night (had a really rough night) and then brought him to see his Dr. this morning. Well the blood work came back abnormal because why would Sam have anything normal??? His liver function tests are elevated (something my dad noticed on saturday was that he was a little yellow looking), his white blood cell count is high (indicative of an infection), he has a red ear with fluid (not yet infected but almost), a sore in his mouth which is indicative of some sort of viral infection, and of course thrush in his mouth and a yeasty diaper rash. All this to say my little guy has not been a happy camper.

So anyways while we are at the Dr.'s they wanted to draw more blood to make sure he doesn't have hepatitis, and also to see if he has immunity to the Hep B vaccine he got (pray taht he does, he already isn't immune to so many of the vaccines). IT was horrible!!! I held him down and let people poke and prod him for nothing because they couldn't get his blood. My poor boy...
So of course he seems to be vomiting more than he had been and eating less. I just can't seem to get this guy healthy. The doctor wanted an ultrasound of his liver, which fortunately they were able to get emergently for tomorrow. She is also calling Children's to see what they want to do with this little boy of mine.

On a more positive note, I got the most beautiful letter from my brother Dennis in Iraq. He went on and on about encouraging me and trusting God, and how much he loved having me as his sister. It was so uplifting, at a time when I am feeling so defeated and sad. I just want them to figure out what is going on with my baby, I am so sick of picking and prodding and just finding more that isn't right.

He still manages to be happy at times, enjoys these pictures of Daddy and Sammy getting ready for bed...