Homeward Bound...

Our little rock star is going straight from the PICU to home.  He made huge strides overnight and the doctors concluded that it was safe to send him home, rather than moving him onto the floor for one more night as originally planned.  There are no beds available in the infant surgery unit and Max's roomate would be an 11 year old girl.  They left it up to us, and we feel confident that we will all do best at home.  If they were able to keep us in the wonderful PICU, I don't think we would ever leave (although our favorite nurse, Leah, assures us that we would get sick of all the beeping)!

And we miss Maya (who happens to be home sick with a fever).  Oh, how we miss her.

It is bittersweet leaving the PICU.  We will deeply miss the amazing nurses who have become our collective security blanket - Alma's quiet and gentle touch, Leah's unbelievable bedside manner and friendly company, and Becky...oh Becky...the nurse who saved Max's life.  We will never forget these women.   Doctors are, of course, critical and revered, but I believe it's the nurses who are the true heros.

So off we go in the next hour or two, armed with Max's script for oxycodon and a whole lotta TLC.  As long as we keep on top of the tylenol and the hard stuff, his pain is quite manageable.  Every day is a new day on his road to recovery, and we are seeing more and more glimmers of the happy, rolly polly, 7 month old we all know and love. 

In a way it feels similar to the morning we left the hospital with our teeny tiny baby after his birth.  Sad to say goodbye, yet ready to start the new chapter of our lives.  Our beautiful, blessed life.