HOME, SWEET, HOME!

Ok, so I found out last week that we would be going home this past weekend! Sorry, for not telling but some people read this that may have let it slip out to my husband and I was going to try to surprise him!

So, we had found out that we were going to possibly go home early this week. Kind of a bummer, but it put an end in sight, so I would take it. Then, I was told that Isaiah would be able to come off of the antibiotics as early as Saturday. I didn't want to get too excited about what that may mean, so I kind of smiled and nodded. On Friday, though, I asked the Infectious Diseases doctor to clarify what that meant. He told me that as far as he went Isaiah could go home Saturday!!!! Now, he's the one that had been holding us up on the surgery for EVER, so this is BIG news!

Well, he explained to me that as far as the infections that were going on, he felt safe to end all of the antibiotic treatments the day after Isaiah had his surgery to put his shunt back in. So, I spoke to the neurosurgeon who told me that, because of the drama that had been going on in Isaiah's belly, he didn't feel comfortable putting the shunt back in there for a while. So, he was going to move forward with putting it in Isaiah's heart (OMGOSH!!!! That may not sound like a big deal to doctor's and nurses, but I tell you what! That still sounds scary to me!!!) So, anyway Isaiah had his surgery on Friday.

He finally went in at 4pm, he was supposed to be back to me at about 6, but at that time I received a phone call from the neurologist saying that things didn't go as smoothly as he had expected, but that Isaiah was fine and would be coming up in about 15 minutes. I tell you what, those 15 minutes felt like a lifetime. Then, they became a lifetime! About 45 minutes later I received a call from a nurse letting me know that Isaiah wasn't coming out of anesthesia too well, so they had him on some oxygen and they would have him up in another 15 minutes. HALF AN HOUR LATER they FINALLY showed up with him!

As many surgeries as he has had and as many times as I have seen my little boy returned to me with staples in his head (the first time being when he was only two weeks old), it still breaks my heart. He just looked so sad. I just wish I could take it all away from him, you know?

Then, Saturday morning came and his neurosurgeon decided that since the surgery didn't go so smoothly, he wanted to keep an extra day. I was kinda bummed, but if he didn't feel good about it, then I guess we were staying. As the day grew on, though, Isaiah started getting so much better! He was laughing and smiling and everything! He was eating and able to hold everything down! So, let me tell you! Sunday morning came and I was rushing EVERYBODY! What was frustrating was Richard was starting to get antsy and I was trying so hard to not to spill the beans that we were coming home, which is SO hard, since I hate lying to Richard!

Finally, I practically jumped the last doctor that we needed to sign off for Isaiah and we were finally finished! We were finally able to go home! So, in order not have to answer any questions, I text Richard to let him know we were on our way. When we got home, I was hoping to be able to pull into the garage, so Richard would be able to see me get Isaiah out of the truck, but NOPE I had to park in the driveway. So, I just hoped he didn't see, but I had to ring the doorbell, which meant he didn't see anything!!!! Our door, of course, has all that STUPID glass on it! BUT! When Richard opened the door, the look on his face was PRICELESS! Oh, it was so wonderful! Isabella and Jeremiah were SO EXCITED! Richard was shocked! He didn't know what to think. It was the best 4th of July EVER!