It's been a rough road, beloveds.
The important thing, Roo is home from surgery. We were stuck in the (embarassingly swanky) confines of Amplatz Children's Hospital for 5 days as he struggled with excessive pain, botched IVs, mouth sores from the vent (they think), refusal to drink eat or talk, and generally poor progress in recovery.
There were night after night of all-nighters, switch-hitting between me and Hub on who got to care for which basketcase child (Toe was a liitle traumatized by the whole experience of his bro howling in pain for days on end--this was evidenced by the fact that on day 3 he asked me to "tape my head on with sticky tape and glue because I feel like it's going to fall off"), who got to sleep or eat or bathe or open a piece of mail or watch the news or pee. Yes, we fought over who would get to pee. That is parenthood, my friends. Read it and weep.
While we were in stir, we had so much love and support. The nurses and doctors (well, not you, Nurse Firebreath--you know who you are!)
were angelic and exceptional at their jobs. Tante Katy and Linda cared for Toe on and off, pampered Roo, and kept us supplied in highly caffeinated beverages that did not taste like alligator urine (aka: free hospital coffee). Uncle Jimbo was a blessing as usual. Tante Gretchen and Uncle Chris came all the way up rom Jordan to visit with a basket of goodies (many of them gluten free, I might add--they get the goodie award), Auntie Reebs did a lovely Ronco-seque demonstration of a state of the art apple peeler/slicer/corer she gifted us right there in the room (she came all the way from the sticks, although maybe more to drink mojitos with pinko feminists than to make apple fries with us, I think?). Roo and Toe were showered with prayers, cards and e-cards, emails, letters, calls, texts, toys, treats and visits, all making the miserable load a little lighter for us. Thank you.
On day 5 we opted to discharge Roo, with the surgeon's approval, feeling that his lack of progress might be helped by returning to the routine of home. Roo's first reaction was to raise his fist in the air and croak, "I'm free!" Because being trapped in a sprawling room overlooking the skyline--with a 50 inch plasma screen TV that was internet/on-demand movie/cable-equipped (and a 19 inch flatscreen computer station and iPad)--on a floor with a 5,000 volume children's library, kids' arts & crafts center and a toy closet bigger than our living room, and being offered ice cream, chocolate pudding and opiates ad nauseum was so terrible. Terrible!
Meanwhile we continue to struggle with recovery. Roo doesn't want to drink or eat much, is not sleeping soundly or deeply yet, and requires an army to administer his pain meds. He is off morphine and slowly testing the waters of normalcy. His biopsy results should be in for his post-op exam on the 31st. Keep him in your prayers! Some photos below (the rest are still trapped in the evil Mac mechanism of the iPad--damn you, Steve Jobs, and all your unholy machines!).
UPDATE: A few of the "lost" iPad photos...