Last night I was praying that the IV site in Theo's foot would last for one more blood draw. He has had labs drawn every 6 hours since last Wednesday and he's suffered for it.
No. It didn't last for one more draw. At least Theo's night nurse was an extremely compassionate and skilled young man. At 4am he spent some time trying to get the IV to draw...in the dark. Well, it didn't work and so eventually he needed to turn on the lights and do a needle stick on poor Theo.
That's the difference between this hospital and the hospitals I've experienced at home. I recall clearly how the x-ray techs and the vampires of another hospital would bust into Ralphie's room at all hours with no consideration for a sleeping child or mommy. I recall being thrown out into the hallway in the wee hours of the morning to wait for an x-ray to be done.
So today I get to look forward to driving back home, not knowing when I'll be able to get back, not knowing when Theo will be able to come home. I don't even want to think about it for at least a couple of hours.
I just want to enjoy the day with my cranky little guy. I'll see how many bottles I can get him to eat. I'll see if I can get him to smile and make some eye contact. Maybe I'll get him to snuggle for a few moments. He's really looking and acting much better.
We are getting there!