And, home again.

I didn't mean to leave you all hanging at the hospital. :) We finally made it home on Monday night, just before midnight. At 11:00am on Monday the doctor said we could go home that day, but that Spencer's hematocrit was low (23) so they wanted to give him a unit of blood before we left. It took nearly the whole day for the lab to get the blood ready for him so by the time it was finished running we had to stay another hour for his antibiotic to run, and so on and so forth until it was 10:30pm. They asked if we were sure we wanted to leave that late and we both gave a resounding "YES!"

Last week when Spencer was admitted the Child Life specialist asked him what kind of things he likes to do at the hospital. She was thinking along the lines of legos, painting, games, etc. But Spencer answered, "I like to visit my friends on the ICU". Awww.....I melted! So to pass the time while we waited on Monday, we visited some of our favorite people in the world. 

Here is Spencer with Michael, Chris, and Grace.

Here he is with Angie--whom he just loves! She knew he was in the hospital so when we went to find her she surprised him with this bow and arrow set.

Here he is back in his room with his new weapon. I drew a target on his closet door and he got busy.

He's doing well. It's always good to be home. He eats better, sleeps better and is able to play with his sisters and friends. All very good things for him. He has a PICC line in his left arm through which he receives his antibiotic twice a day, and he seems to be responding well to the medication.

It's been a little bit hard on me emotionally this time round. I did great in the hospital. I was a pillar of strength! But since we've been home I've had moments of tears and discouragement and I may or may not have put a dent in our wall during a fit of anger and frustration. It's just a painful reminder that no matter how well he does, this just isn't going away. But then I take a deep breath and count my blessings and keep going.