We're still going to hyperbaric oxygen treatments every day, and I really think it's bringing Sam "out". He's complaining
more (oh, yay) and responding, slightly, to so many new things he never seemed to notice before.
He turns 4 at the end of the month, and this year we are going to have his first "kid party" and invite some kids his
age. It's hard for me - I don't know how I'll make it through, because his birthday requires me to relive his birth.
I do that enough on a regular basis; actually "celebrating" that day shoves me right over the edge. I try to look at it as
a day that miracles happened, but it's not that easy to convince myself all the time.
But I know he knows what's going on, and he definitely wants and deserves a birthday party. And so we shall celebrate.
If you should see me sobbing in a corner, just walk on by and don't blow my cover. I'll be okay in a minute.
