This is going to be the fastest post ever because I should be in bed.

Tomorrow we head to the children's hospital for another follow up with Michael.

His left leg is dragging, his right leg leading. Babies are supposed to be ambidextrous, remember? M said that the staff will be watching this tomorrow.

Another check on the neurological damage list.

If you believe in a God, could you maybe give him a shout out for us tomorrow? Maybe throw a prayer in his direction, if not for me then maybe for Michael? He's been fighting since the day he zoomed out of me and into this world...I'd like to see him catch a break.

If you believe in angels, could you maybe give them a shout out for us? Ask one of them to follow behind us, lend a bit of strength or maybe guide the physiotherapist's hands and eyes?

I wouldn't normally ask....I'm more of a giver in that respect...but I'm not sure that I'm enough this time.

And if you don't believe, know that I don't judge you... not even a little bit...but maybe you could send a kind thought to this Canadian girl and her son?

Or just to her son?

He's been fighting for so much of his year and almost a month here on Earth. All that I want is for him to catch a break.

And then...

If you've got anything left over...if you haven't fallen asleep in the middle of your prayers...could you maybe give a shout out to my American Boy?

He leaves tomorrow.

He comes to me on Friday.

He's very good to me, folks. Very, very good to me.

He keeps this Canadian girl from sinking and taking everyone down with her more times than I care to admit.

And now at the risk of having asked for too much....

I'll say good night.

Good night.