When we got to the hospital this morning, they said they were sending us home at around 11 or noon. I went to work for about 90 minutes and then came back to help Laura pack up and BOOM we were home by 12:10 pm. Evidently they really needed to boot us out b/c they had so many post op admissions coming in.
Dolores, who works the front desk on days, make an announcement over the ICU loudspeaker that Simon was leaving and anyone who wanted to see us off should go see us. We ended up with about 10 visitors!
Simon started smiling as soon as we got in the car and has hardly stopped since. He grinned as we drove down in the parking structure. He smiled while he watched Roxie.
But he really smiled when he pulled his NG tube out less than 2 hours into being home. Stinker. I ran for the camera to get a non-noodle-nose picture. Here he is.
He took a nap, threw up here and there and we went on 2 walks around the neighborhood to see local shopowners and such.
I took a bath with him tonight and literally for 20 minutes he barely stopped smiling. He splashed and played with toys and would look up at me and grin and go back to splashing. I (like a dummy) am surprised by how happy he is. I think I thought he a) wouldn't notice or b) would be so used to the hospital that this transition would be hard on him. We'll see how tomorrow goes, but so far, he's a grinning fool. Only one projectile vomit (that Roxie promptly cleaned up). Blech. It *is* good to have a dog, though, in situations like that :-)
It looks like a pharmacy exploded in our house. There are syringes and bottles and tubes and crap everywhere. I'm itching to get lots of containers tomorrow.
We're both a little weirded out by the fact that we're about to go back to having interrupted nights of sleep. One of the silver linings of this whole thing has been that we've typically gotten 8 or so hours of sleep. Those days are likely over for a while. I'll take it.
This morning, one of the cardiologists saw Laura and said, "We didn't think he'd make it this far. This is a VERY big day.". That about sums it up. I keep saying that no matter what happens, getting to this point is a victory. Two months and even 2 weeks ago when he was so sick again, I really wasn't sure if we'd ever see this day. Simon is the hardiest little weed I've ever seen...
It's all very surreal and so, so beautiful.