Yes, we're home, and just in the nick of time. I expected Willem to be sleepy from his medication, but, instead, the hospital environment has seriously disrupted his sleep schedule and he has slept only about half as much as he usually does for the past three days.
A tired Willem is a terrible thing to behold, even on the best of days. Thus I find myself in the strange position of wanting to strangle my poor darling three-year old child who has just been through the most trying experience of his life. Of course, I'm a little behind on sleep myself. In my case this resulted in tears at the dinner table because I thought Shaun was looking at me funny.
Anyhow, there will be more tales to tell of our interesting experiences, but I just wanted to share our happy news. If today is any indication, we will have a stressful week or two ahead of us as Willem heals up and gets his sleep back on schedule. Other challenges include trying to remember not to pick Willem up underneath the arms for six weeks and preventing him and Nels from wrestling with one another, an activity they usually engage in several times a day.
So, that's the latest, and I'm glad the hospital portion of this latest adventure has come to a close. I'm off to sleep on my own pillow in a room that doesn't beep. Good night!