Just Kidding!

I was so excited this morning! I got up thinking "YES! Today we get started on putting Isaiah together and hopefully go home in a couple of days!" Then, the pediatrician came in and after all of the formalities of checking up on Isaiah were over he informed me that we wouldn't be leaving any earlier than Monday! GRR! BUT! I guess I can get over that, you know? Just a couple more days than I anticipated. I can handle that.

Then, he goes in for his shunt surgery. With all of the nurses and hospital staff around, I try to act like, Oh yeah, been here done this, when all the while I was thinking about my baby going in for yet another surgery. They told me it would be about an hour, so I went back up to the room to make the necessary phone calls and possibly get some rest. About 20 minutes into the surgery, his doctor comes into the room! I'm thinking something has got to be wrong, but I'm trying not to freak out! He couldn't do the surgery! I didn't know what to think. I had never heard that before. Finally, he explains to me that when he made the incision on his head, he didn't like what he saw.

Basically, he found that the infection was still there and it was basically making it's way up the shunt! So, he took the shunt out and now my son has a tube coming out of his head, draining the excess fluid in his brain. Not a pretty picture. I was proud of myself, however, b/c I was able ot keep my composure a lot better than I had thought when he came into the room. He seems to be doing pretty well, except I think he has a little pain where the incision was made.

Richard and I talked today and we decided that I am going to take the weekend off, while he watches Isaiah. I didn't realize how much it would bless me, just to know that there is a break in the drama coming! I mean, it seems like each day our stay here seems to get longer and longer and today I just felt like there was no end in sight! I mean, I have desparately been trying to lose weight, but I feel myself getting fatter and fatter as each cafeteria food filled day passes! It just all feels so hopeless! Then, there's that one little glimmer of hope! I know I won't lose a pound this weekend, but at least I'll be able to get a break from this place. And hopefully, I'll be able to come back more rested, so I can better bless Isaiah! Who knows?!