Back home

Colin is back at home now. He and John finally made it back here at about 10:30 this morning, both a little worse for the wear from the lack of sleep. 

Because Colin wasn’t technically ever admitted to the hospital, he was never given a proper room. So they spent the night in the surgical observation ward, in what was more or less a cubicle — three walls and a curtain. So between Colin’s monitors beeping, the mandatory every-four-hours check by the nurses and the noise from the other patients, neither one of them slept more than a handful of hours. 

But our little guy has bounced back nicely and really seems pretty much back to normal. As of tonight, he didn’t really have any swelling at the incisions and he doesn’t seem to be having any pain to speak of either. He had one dose of Tylenol at the hospital and one here at home and hasn’t been fussing (other than when he needed his next nap). 

So we’ll hope he continues to recover well, and soon this will all be behind us. We go back to the doctor for a follow-up in two weeks, and then should be given a clean bill of health (again) for our little guy. Yeah!