We're home!

We are home from the hospital - hooray! It has been a long couple days. Monday Finn was admitted into the hospital and placed on IV antibiotics. The IV was rough and he kept staring at Mike and I with these accusatory little pain-filled eyes, Why are you letting them hurt me mommy? It was pitiful and sad. He was completely pinned down and in pain and this nurse keeps shoving this singing Elmo doll in his face, it sings to the tune of the YMCA song only it's E -L-M-O ELMO oooh. Talk about making a rough moment worse. Oh gee, miss nursey pants he'll never feel the needle your shoving up his arm now that you put some weird red furry thing 2 inches in front of his nose. How soothing. Florence Nightingale is it? He doesn't even know who the **** Elmo is - but he sure won't like him now. I wanted to take Elmo and beat her over the head.

Our accommodations were a tiny room with a prison crib for Finn, complete with floor to ceiling metal bars, and the worlds most uncomfortable reclining chair for me to spend two nights in. I suspect this chair is a remnant from some Chinese torture lair that was dismantled after the Geneva Conference. I'm not sure which one of us was more miserable, honestly. Poor Finn is just not used to being cooped up, and then yesterday they wouldn't let him eat, so he was tied to wires, in jail, and starving.

His surgery took place at 1pm yesterday. We went down to pre-op and met with the doctor and anesthesiologist. We were surprised to find out that he would be under full anesthesia. I react poorly to general anesthesia and was extremely nervous that this was the case. He was in a little hospital gown with his IV arm and we had to carry him to the OR hallway where we had to hand him to one of the doctors and off they went. He started crying and reaching for us as they whisked him away through the double doors. I was crying immediately. It was so hard. We had to wait in a surgical waiting room where I cried for 34 of the 35 minutes. The doctor finally came out and told us that there had been a lot of drainage and that she removed a lot of dead tissue. The tissue would be sent to pathology in order to determine what has caused this whole thing. We were able to see Finn in recovery about 15 minutes later. He was sore and tired, but drank some pedialite and was able to return upstairs. They gave him some Demerol and some Tylenol and we had some wonderfully peaceful cuddle time (I guess because he was stoned). He perked up quickly and was able to eat some dinner. (Fish stars that were far more star than fish and green beans - yay hospital food). This morning they brought him 2 bowls of jello, a can of soda, grape juice, a popsicle and TWO packets of sugar. I wondered exactly which one of those items necessitated more sugar.

The remainder of yesterday and today was mostly about being cooped up in the room and wanting to get rid of the cords. His neck is much less swollen - although it currently contains a vile looking drain. They asked if we wanted to stay another day or go home and I told them our bags were packed and the car was running! The pathology results have not showed anything significant.

We have an 8 am appointment with the ENT, and are soooooo grateful to be home. Finn is doing well, and loving being able to run around. He's been amazingly good about not messing with his neck.

Thank you so much for every one's support through this difficult few days. This has reminded me how blessed we are to have such wonderful and healthy boys. So many families struggle through so much worse and I am truly grateful for my wonderful children and for our great family and friends.

Now we just have to make sure we don't go back...... :)