Perfect

I've become a suspicious old lady and so I didn't prepare in any way for us to come home today.

Didn't really pack (still packed from weeks ago).

Didn't buy cookies for the nurses.

Didn't post on the blog.

Nothing.

I wasn't going to do anything to jinx our chances of coming home.

But home we are.

With a chest full of sutures that needs cleaning three times a day.

A pic line with three different IV antibiotics that we have to give three times a day for an hour each (9 hours worth).

11 new meds that we give several times a day each.

Three new supplements for your feedings.

Blood draws once a week.

PICC line changes once a week (unless I get it wet like I did today...oops!)

Visits to the surgeon, the cardiologist, the ENT, the infection disease Dr, and your pediatrician.

Not to mention that we are due for your three month follow ups with all your other specialist. GI, cranial facial, endocrinologist, neurologist, opthamologist, pulmonologist and .....

We need to get going on your hearing aids.

And re-start your physical therapy.

It goes on and on and on

and you know what?



It couldn't be more perfect.

Because we are home.

We are a family of four again.

You are going to get better and better.

and life is pretty damn good.

No I take that back

Life is pretty damn great.

WE ARE HOME!!!!

Isn't that just perfect?