Take Me Home

"Take me home" the boy's outfit says. "Directly, my boy!" says I. Well, as directly as a hospital will allow. The nurses couldn't tell us exactly when David would be going home today. He was to have a below-the-belt procedure today performed by a surgeon, whose schedule was not set. The procedure could have been done at any time today. Because we didn't want it to become a long day, we decided to wait at home until they called us to tell us it was procedure time.

We called every hour or so this morning to see if it was yet "go time." At about 9:30a, David had received his last dose of antibiotic. His nurse called at 12:45p and told us that the procedure was already done and that he had done great. We were still cleaning the house so we shifted into gear and ate lunch, took showers, got dressed, loaded the car and took off by about 2p. By 4p, we had completed all our paperwork at the hospital and were on our way.




Here's the big boy without any tubes, wires, IVs, or leads in his "take me home" outfit. Thanks to his Great Mamaw Duty, he was looking sharp.


Here's our first family picture at home. You can see how thrilled Josh is to have his little brother home.