By far, the hardest part of being in the hospital has been missing Blake's birthday. We had plans. After weeks of trying to decide, he settled on wanting a Max and Ruby birthday cake. We made plans to go to lunch while Carolyn was at school, just a Mommy-Blake date. He was excited about his presents that were gathering.
Then he woke up the morning of his birthday to find Angelina there, not Mom. He loves Angelina, but it's not the same.
The first thing he and Carolyn asked after was whether or not I had made the cake. I didn't. Carolyn harassed me the entire day before. I told her I had time. Besides, I was trying to get her teacher gift finished and go to a meeting and do a million other things.
Instead of baking his cake, I was stuck in the hospital trying not to feel horrible that all of our plans were shot. Not just for that day, but for weeks.
I convinced Jeremy to go on the lunch date for me. He didn't want to leave me here, but once Angelina said she would sit with me, he went. That was fantastic for both of them. I am very happy that when I couldn't make it, the plans became a Daddy-Blake date. They don't get enough of those.
Then we spent the afternoon trying to scrounge up a cake. I knew it wouldn't be what he pictured, or what I pictured, but we needed to find something. We settled on a Baskin-Robbins ice cream cake that said "Happy Birthday Blake! From Max and Ruby."

As you can tell, he was more than happy to eat his substitute cake. (This boy desperately needs a haircut.)
Jeremy also went home to do presents and cake with Blake. We wanted to use FaceTime so I could watch Blake open his presents, but the hospital wi-fi is not up to snuff. Instead, Angelina and Jeremy taped it, and I listened on speakerphone. It was fun to hear the joy in his voice as he opened his gifts.

Thanks to everyone who helped make Blake's 3rd birthday wonderful. I am sure that I felt worse about it than he did. How could he be sad?! He got this awesome kitchen!