Home to his family, where he belonged.
It was a very long two days before he was finally home, because I had to stay with him and spend the night in the hospital to make sure I was comfortable taking care of him on my own. (So that is how I spent Valentine's Day last year). I enjoyed the time alone with my sweet boy, but my heart ached being away from my daughter for so long. Originally, the doctors said I would have to stay for two nights and go home on the 16th, but thankfully, we were able to leave early. I don't think I could have handled another day away from home.
On the 15th, his doctor came by, gave my son a good report and officially said that we could be discharged. We were elated! But, if any of you have spent any time in the hospital at all, you know that everything takes longer than expected. We thought we would get all our things together and be home by lunchtime. But it was one thing after another. Multiple doctors and nurses had to see him before we left. Follow up appointments had to be made. Prescriptions had to be filled. We had a problem with our insurance that had to be cleared up. And on top of all that, it was a holiday, so we had trouble getting in touch with some of the people that we needed to reach.
Eventually, however, all was resolved, and our sweet nurse loaded all our stuff (it looked like we had stayed for a week) and wheeled us to the car. We got home between 5 and 5:30 (I think), and our strong little man FINALLY got to meet his sister.
Although the day was long, and I was tired, and everything was kind of a blur, it will be a day that I never ever forget. And as our son gets older, I want to make sure that he knows all about it, and that we continue to celebrate year after year the amazing MIRACLE that God did in his life. God used those 97 days to grow me and mold me more into the image of His son, and to teach me to trust and rely solely on Him. And as hard as it was, I am thankful for what God brought us through, and the testament it is to His amazing glory.
He's the most beautiful little boy I have ever seen, and I am so blessed to be his mama!
I remember the day your son came home. What a beautiful day that was.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great day indeed!!! I remember reading your post about it all.
ReplyDeleteHe is soooo precious-those beautiful blue eyes.
Hope you are adjusting to NM well.
Hugs
Jill
Hey. I just popped over from Lynette's blog and already saw that we have a few things in common. First we have three kids relatively close in age. Mine are 5 months, just turned two, and not quite four. Also my two year old son was born with a heart defect and also required heart surgery. My husband also works at our church. Nice to meet you! What a cutie he is.
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