After the third blood culture came back negative, the doctors sent us home today! Like last time, the past several hours have been a hurricane, and we are both exhausted. Unlike last time, we saw the hurricane coming and geared up. With my sister Anna in town, we have an extra set of loving and helpful hands to cook, clean the kitchen, do laundry, make trips to the pharmacy, spoils us at Babies R Us, and cuddle Sam as we desperately pull meds, set up appointments, prepare feeds, and unpack.
With our new regime of antibiotics, the schedule is even crazier than before--something is being prepared/admistered/cleaned, etc. almost every half hour, and of couse, we just want to spend lots of time with the little guy.
But most importantly, the little guy seems quite happy to be home--all smiles and wide eyes. As we rocked back and forth in the gliding chair tonight, I read him a story. He listened, and we cuddled into the calm of his quiet nursery.
Welcome home, Sam.