Rowdy told SuperMario that he was done with being in the hospital and was ready to come home. Since we're so close to the hospital and are not completely naive as to what to look for if things aren't going well, and since R was eating/drinking/walking/peeing/pooping, I was able to bring him home today.
One of the PAs told R, "The bowel is the stupidest organ," and he is correct about that. It takes forever to wake up, and Rowd's hasn't quite figured out yet that part of its function is to absorb water. This is supposed to be pretty typical of the newly-reconnected, but I feel for him, having to get up and go to the bathroom every half hour or so.
Still...he is home and he is TPN and ostomy-free. That equals the best Christmas ever.
4 comments:
YAY! Merry Christmas!
I'm so grateful you have him home and on his way to healthy. I've enjoyed keeping up on his progress and have so admired how you've handled things. Have a Merry Christmas!
Yay!!! A Christmas miracle indeed! So I made a tuna melt with that cheese last night...Oh Yum!!
Hi! Just a note to say Mahalo for the black pants encouragement on Amberly's blog (: Best wishes to you and your family for 2011!
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