Our girl is home.
Gary and my Mom were at Kaiser, and I was home getting everything ready for Aviana to come home. I got the call at about 11:30 yesterday and when I arrived, I pushed her stroller into her room and said, "Aviana, I've got the getaway car!" My mom was confused, no one on the PICU floor knew of her release. I had to let them all know that our girl was blowing this popsicle stand. No...I didn't say it, out loud.
I wish you could have seen my Mom and me. We were cutting and disconnecting her so fast it would've made your head spin. With the way we were snipping and ripping stuff off, you would've thought we'd been nurses for 30 years, or so.
I did however leave the house so fast I forgot one very important thing....Aviana's clothes. So unfortunately, we did have to take her home in a Kaiser gown. When we got home I thought, what to do? What to do? Aviana honey? Do you want to just throw it away, or do you want to burn it in a ceremonial bon fire? Your choice girl.
I'm not slightly bitter or anything.
We're home. We scrubbed the hospital off of her, got her all cozy, fed her, loved on her, and reunited her with her best dog.
I had big plans for yesterday. After a week of vacillating between total numbness, goofy hospital thoughts and even downright anger (just realized I had PMS - thank you above for the impeccable timing of that one!) I wanted to party like it was 1999. Amy and I had made not just one, but thanks to Stupamax, two French Apple pies the night before. So I thought I would make some Cajun Shrimp, we would have some pie, love on our girl, put her to bed, read her a new book, cook for her, eat dinner, watch some Mad Men, and hang out celebrating the fact that we were home and not in that germ infested, pain inflicting, don't want to touch anything, hospital.
Wouldn't you know it...I woke up with a headache and it progressively got worse throughout the day, so Dave had to give me a shot and I was the one who got put to bed! He then did everything. Fed Aviana. Put her to bed. Cooked for her. Cleaned up the whole kitchen after cooking for her. He never complains. He never says a word. He just does it all. He is truly one of the best out there. I have been blessed by the best. I went to bed and woke up feeling so bad. I just wonder how much stupid headache slack he has picked up over the years. I would really love to finally put these to rest someday.
But for today...I'm just happy to have our baby home : )
So tonight, we'll party like it's 1999.