Mama, I'm Comin' Home...

Thanks, Ozzy.

So it's July 5, around 11:14 am. Time has kind of gotten lost since we've been here, with some crazy sleep spurts and random visits from nurses and doctors.

But we're going home today. YAY.

I can't wait to get back to our house, so we have a real bed, room to breathe and a regular schedule again. Layla has been a real trooper through all of this, but Carrie's parents said last night she was crying and wanted Jellybean and mommy and daddy to come home. For nearly three years old, she sure is a level-headed kid.

We've had family and friends come and see us while we have been in the hospital, and thanks to you for that. It's a nice reprieve from watching the clock and chomping the bit.

We did get the results from Lawson's ultrasound today, and we are going to have to visit a nephrologist in St. Louis later this week. That's nephrologist, not necrologist, like I told Carrie when I was half asleep.

Lawson was a gestational diabetes baby, and there was some concern about his kidneys. He has had no problem wizzing since he was born, but there is a space in one of his kidneys that is smaller than it should be, so they want us to follow up with the STL doc to make sure we're kosher. It will suck to travel that quick with the boy, but it's a good excuse to drive a little out of the way for some Jersey Mike's. :)

That last sentence evoked a smile from Carrie.

They will have his picture up on the Southeast Hospital website, officially, and also the announcement and picture on the LED billboard at William and Kingshighway (above Quiznos). I think we've snapped enough pictures to create a 3D image of him.

The future isn't certain. After we get home, I'm polishing my resume and cover letter and applying for a service coordinator position with the Cape County Board for the Developmentally Disabled. Believe it or not, I studied to do this stuff in college and wanted to move forward with a psych degree, but other things took priority and distracted, and I moved away from that path. Perhaps this is an opportunity to get back on track.

Anyway, if any of you want to come visit this week, just call, text or message. If you don't have my cell, it is 573-TWO7zero 798 eight. Love to ya, and we feel it from ya!