Sam had an adrenal crisis today (his pituitary gland isn't working yet, and so his body doesn't make cortisol when he is under stress. This causes his temp and heart rate to go up, his SATS to go down and it makes him feel really funky...or, "shaky and scared").  So my mom ordered him to go to bed and stay there until his pulse was under 100 again. 

But the day wasn't a total loss--before he went into crisis he had two sessions of therapy (OT and speech) and was able to use his favorite green apple suckers during speech (Jayne and my parents bought him a huge bagful, so he's set for a while).  He also had his friends Arikia and Casey visit last night (see pictures) and today Jayne, Mommy Del, Col, Alaina and Alexander, Marl and Jer came over to visit, too (his aunt, grandmother, cousin, baby cousins, great aunt and great uncle).  Plus me and Eve, but lately we are always here, so that really isn't news. 

The last part of the day was a little bit funny--Sam was having his breathing treatment (though that isn't the funny part).  During the treatment he has to wear this little blue clip on his nose so the treatment doesn't leak out.  So he clips it on his nose and within 10 seconds it shoots off again.  And it was really jetting some major distance, for a little blue nose clip, that is.  Once it ended up toward the end of his bed and another time he nose-shot it onto the floor.  Shoot it at the wrong angle and it could be a dangerous projectile.  So I wiped Sam's nose with a cloth and put it back on thinking that would help.  It did, until I made him laugh, his nostrils flared and the little blue nose clip shot right at me.  I frantically dodged out of the way and just escaped serious injury.  (Okay, maybe not serious injury, but it could have hurt...a little, maybe.)  Plus Sam has shot worse things at me since the accident--phlegm, boogers, spit...so what's a little nose clip between siblings.

Well...that was quite a long paragraph, and it was totally dedicated to a little blue piece of plastic. Hmmm...I guess you had to be there. 

Keep my little bro in your thoughts and prayers...he continues to defy the odds (with a smile on his face the entire time).

--Bec

P.S. The adrenal crisis seems to be over now--his oxygen is 99% and his pulse is between 84-100.  Knock on wood.