Last night I got back to our room after posting and I was in such a bad mood thinking of the night I had ahead of me. Not only was I going to be alone, but I'd be alone in a cramped room with another family (or, most likely for Jackson, a single mom) and an 8 month old. Yes... 8 month old.
The nurses rearranged the room and I had exactly one foot space in between Porter's bed and my "fold out chair bed". And then a few feet at the end of the bed between the chairs by the wall. Ugh.
Ryan left and I was bitter. Mostly bitter and angry that I was stuck there and had to share a room and knowing my lack of sleep ability I knew I was most likely going to have a long, sleepless night.
Our roommate came in around 8:30... a younger looking mom with an 8 month old little boy. Her little guy sounded horrible (RSV) and very congested. He cried a lot throughout the night and WHEW he had a LOUD cry. I know she felt bad that he was crying and kept shushing him and sounded stressed. I woke up a few times, both from hearing him cry and from Porter's machine beeping for unknown reasons like 5 different times, but Porter slept all night until 6:30am. When he woke up he heard the baby fussing/crying and said "God darn, be quiet baby!" I of course got on his case and told him to be nice and that the baby didn't feel good. We went over to see the baby and the whole rest of the day Porter would get worried when he fussed saying "Baby Timmy sad!"
Ry called at 8:30am saying the alarm didn't go off and was set to the wrong time. I thought he was going into work even if it was late, but he showed up at the hospital at noon, saying he didn't go to work. Not sure exactly what he did from 8:30 to noon but apparently coming to the hospital to relieve his wife and let me go get food to eat wasn't on his agenda.
Anyhow... we were discharged around 1pm. It was horrible to watch them take the tape off of Porter's face. It took forever- it was that thin, thin tape that was like bonded to the skin. Porter screamed and was so upset and said *cry cry cry* "DAMN! DAMN! Oh darn!" *cry cry cry* I couldn't blame him... I'm sure it hurt like hell.
He's been a maniac since we got home. His appetite is back. He's on an antibiotic, steroid and breathing treatments. He's ALL over... he hasn't sat still for a minute. I, however, am exhausted. I'm so glad to be home and I really can't wait to go to work tomorrow and get a break from Porter. This week we'll all just be hanging out at home passing time and trying to get Porter back to 100%.
Well, I hope you all have had better weekends/beginning of the week than I have! I haven't had a chance to even look at any blogs. I now have 170 new feeds to read. And a session to finish proofing that was due this weekend.