Jiggity jig

We're home again. Grady was discharged from the hospital yesterday evening, having proven he could handle life without supplimental oxygen. Last night was scary for me though, as G slept unusually well and I woke every hour in panic. Today I'm feeling more confident, as he's happy and playful and mostly congestion-free. We go back to the doctor tomorrow for a follow-up, and I'm hoping that will be the end of this chapter of our lives. 2007 has been a crap year so far--nothing like ringing in the new year passed out in a pleather recliner, that's for sure.

The holidays and hospitalization have left me feeling disoriented and disorganized. When G was in the hospital, all I had to do was focus on him and helping him get well. It was easy, and completely mind-numbing, to just sit in the chair by his bed or rock him or change his pants. Now that I'm home I find myself overwhelmed by the things I could or should be doing. It's weird--five days is really not a long time, until you're sitting in the hospital. I find myself wondering how I did it for 33 days after Evan was born. That seems like a lifetime ago.

I feel lucky that Mike's mom was able to stay with us while G was in. It helped so much knowing Evan was having fun, and she even did laundry! That was wonderful. Having Mike be able to spend much of the days with us meant a lot too. No matter how crummy things get, when he's with me nothing seems quite so bad. My dad helped out as well, staying with Ev the first afternoon, and coming down with Jerry and Tammy to cook a pork roast for us and give Mike's mom a break. It's great to have such supportive family close by.

So now it's back to reality, having missed the end of the holidays and the first days of the new year. I'm anxious to feel normal again. Let's get on with the show.