We've had Sam for over 12 hours now. His grief has been intense and hard to watch. We spent quite a bit of time at the door of our room as he banged on it, crying for his omma. Offering him toys during the first hour or two did no good because he was not going to be distracted. He would even pick up the phone in our room and tell us,"omma?" Those first few hours were rough. I was crying; Sam was crying. And, Jeremy was there reminding me that it will get better. Bless that husband of mine.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he would play with toys and let us play with him. He had a good few hours playing. Then, it started getting dark---bedtime. This caused him to become more upset, but it was nowhere near the intensity of the first couple of hours. It's 5 am here, and he is asleep on me. He sleeps off and on, and I wake up and rock him back to sleep. Hopefully, he'll have a better day today. Your prayers for our sweet boy are needed and appreciated.
I know this post is not full of sunshine and happy moments, but grief is neither of those things. However, there are bright spots. Thank the Lord for bright spots! He will allow both of us to hold him and comfort him.* His crying spells have become less frequent and less intense.* He let us give him a bath. * While playing, we got a few tiny smiles out of him.* And, the biggest bright spot of them all: after waiting for so long, our son is finally with us! We would rather be over 6,000 miles from home with no sleep and have our Sam with us than at home, laying there thinking about him.
Thank you for your prayers! God hears us and has done / is doing great things!
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