Last night I slept through the entire night. 9pm to 6am. My first full night's sleep in two weeks. Which means all four rascals slept through the entire night, too. I hope this means it will be a good day, too. Tomorrow we'll have been home from the hospital one week. Dr. Gooch is going to change Lucy's bandages and splint today after he wakes up. He just got home. He called me on his way home and he sounded drunk. Drunk with fatigue.
Things have slowed way down. Lucy is taking antibiotics three times a day. They make her stomach uneasy. This daily dose spawned her first complaint since coming home, "I just wish that shark had known it was my leg!"
I want to thank you for all your prayers and kind words. I've read every one of them and both Dr. Gooch and I have felt lifted and carried by those prayers.
What a powerful tool we have at our fingertips to call upon Divine help. As we sat on the couch last night, chatting with my parents, Dr. Gooch said of the past few weeks, "We couldn't have planned it better than it happened. Everything fell into place in so many ways. And it could have gone much worse in so many ways."
But it didn't and we are grateful for that. Happy to be home all together. So happy.