Well - all the glorious plans and hopes for a happy birthday return home went to shit last night.
Brandon did come home...and then proceeded to puke his guts out the entire night. What a nightmare!! Poor him.
We drove home at about 4pm, walked into the house and our darling Koby immediately started yelling "dadda dadda". Tears filled Brandon's eyes as father and son were reunited :) I honestly was not sure how Koby would react, but he made me so proud!
Then about an hour later Dana arrived home, saw Brandon and a huge smile lit up her face as she rushed to her daddy (who by this time was lying flat on the couch unable to move). She tried to give him a hug and kiss, but Brandon could not even manage that. True to form, my daughter announces "daddy, you know I love you so so much!". She then takes a good look at his face, at his very swollen lips and says "daddy's lips look like a goldfish". Amazing how that girl can always make me laugh.
Unfortunately Brandon began vomiting and Dana's face showed her horror. So quick decision that it would be best to eat dinner and have her sleep at Bubby's house. Brandon never made it to the dinner table, never had his requested cake, never opened his gifts.
My heart sank as Dana came to Brandon with balloons and a gift, only to have him open his eyes and nod at her. She asked "will daddy open his present now...when are we blowing candles...." only to be told "daddy is too sick today". "Will daddy sleep at home or the hospital?" At home. "Yay!" She is amazing!!
So Dana went to sleep at bubby's. Brandon moved upstairs (not an easy trip) and then spent the night vomiting pure bile.
At 8am we drove back to the hospital, they connected him to multiple IVs and he is finally sleeping.
Not a great birthday at all!
So now we wait again and hope that he improves here over the next few days.
He is suffering so much.