Oy!

Do I have to speak Yiddish to use this expression? Am I even spelling it right? Or is it actually Oy vay? I might be mixing up cultures here. But I don't know.

We're home. Am I paranoid? You bet! Will I get any more sleep than I got in the hospital? Doubtful. I'll detail our adventure when I can make sense. For now, let me just say, I am a slave to technology. I love that Will was monitored in the hospital and I hate it that he isn't now. So despite the headache that was going on day 6 before our stay at the hopspittle, and still persists, I do believe I'll be sitting up all night watching Will.

For now here's a picture with Heather, one of the Autism Response Team service providers that work with our Olders.And here's Willie, happily getting reacquainted with Piglet, Tigger, Eeyore and Winnie!
His poor little face didn't look nearly so bad earlier, but as the day has worn into evening, the places where the nurses put the opsite on his face to hold the nasal cannula on have gotten more and more red. I'll post pictures tomorrow where you can actually see the tiny little white line of cheek that was spared by the protection of the tubing. But I am not complaining. He's home. He's not in the hospital struggling for life. He's not intubated on a ventilator. He's well. It's his Mommy who needs to get over this.

But really, it begs the question, since he's our first ever to be hospitalized, will there be more of these trips? Maybe. But for now he is home. He's playing in his crib. And my little Piglet tipped the scales today at 14 pounds, 10 ounces. No one told him he's supposed to get scrawny when he's sick! Thanks for all the prayers! I promise to post tomorrow on the great news we got after his long awaited echocardiogram!