Home is where 'our' heart is!

April 29th, 5:30am, Tammy sends me a message "Dale, I feel sick, I need you to come here.", my phone, being "Phone Calls Only" didn't make a peep. Just after 7, my phone rights "Dale, I need you..." not sure what else she said, but I think before we were done talking I was half way to the hospital.

I get there, and send Tammy home to get some rest. And here's where things get interesting. Our doctor comes in and says "Everything looks good, his feeds are good, as long as he's above 40cc's he'll stay hydrated, above 70cc's for calories. (he was at 60cc's), so, I'm good with you guys going home today."

Um... homeboy say what now??????? Home??????? Not sure if I'm dreaming, Ethan pinches me somewhat (not hard mind you, but hard enough to feel).

I tell him that earlier Ethan had a bit of blood in his stool, he asked how much, I said it wasn't much at all. He asks if the next one has, to get him paged and one of his students will come have a look. Next one comes, we call, and the student "oh, good, that's nothing at all. Just in case, we'll get something for his stomach, though I think it's more likely just irritation".

So, I call Tammy "Um... hon? We're going home today." Her being sick prevented her from being overly excited, but I can tell in her voice she'd be crying with joy had she had the energy".

"Should I come there now?" Still in a bit of a fog, we did after all just wake her.

"No, take your time."


Tammy show's up at about 12:30, a bit refreshed (still not feeling well). We make sure we have all of your ducks in a row, any prescriptions we might need, and then the drive home (some of you know this already).

On the drive home, I get a call from Grandma who I had been trying to reach all morning. (Some of you will think this is mean, and it kind of is, for that I am sorry. In that, you think it's mean ]:))  Others, will laugh, and you should, cause this is FUNNY!

Me - "Hello"
Grandma - "Hi, you've been trying to call me"
Me - "Yes, um, Tammy and I have been talking, and well, we don't want you to come visit us at the hospital anymore."
Grandma - ".........."
(about 3 seconds pass by)
Me - "Don't you want to know why we don't want you to come to the hospital?"
Grandma/Me - "He's going home?"/"He's going home!"

lol

So, today April 30th, I woke up to something I've dreamed about for a month, a pissed off crying baby! AND it wasn't at the hospital either!

It's all surreal still, and we're still in a bit of a fight, but we're fighting on home field! (statistics prove that the home team has a chemical advantage over the 'visitors'. So, that's good!)

Ethan
"I'm back where I belong, I've never felt so strong! I'm feeling like there's nothing I can't try, and if you're with me, put your hands high!"