The kids had an absolute blast though. They loved every minute of it.
|DQ dressed as Thomas the Train for the second year in a row. And for the second year in a row, I purchased a different costume that she didn't wear.|
|Cap'n Hook! I bet you never guessed that was coming.|
What's not to love about Halloween? You get to pretend to be something else and people give you candy.
|Yes, she was eating a Snickers.|
Everyone loved Halloween, even the grannies and my hubby (but he always loves Halloween.)
Halloween was a great night. The Dancing Queen even got a kiss! She was sitting in her grandma's lap, kinda like the picture above with the Mad Scientist. She was handing out candy. And as she leaned over to drop candy in the bag of a boy of age 6 or 7, he leaned over and kissed her cheek! I was so shocked, I didn't say a thing. By the time I came to my senses, the boy had run off down the street.
Unfortunately, the night was not all fantasy and sugar as Halloweens of yore. Pulmonary hypertension has stolen yet another holiday from me. I've been trying to keep it all together with so many unknowns and so little choices, but on Halloween night, it all came out.
I ran back to the house for the stroller because DQ was tiring after only a couple of houses. As I returned, she was being lifted onto the porch of a neighbor and she was coughing, the hacking cough of PH, the cough we haven't heard in so, so long. At that sound, the floodgates opened. My baby will continue to get sicker. She will continue to decline. Her heart function will worsen. Her lungs will be destroyed. We have a very limited window to find her help to slow the destruction. And we are running out of options. We have no choice but to rely upon hope and sheer determination. And with those coughs, I didn't know if it would enough. I didn't know if this would be her last Halloween. And I broke.