Monday. Monday. Monday.

I'm sitting here at the Children's House writing this morning for two reasons. One, I don't want Rambo to hear. Two, I know once I get over to the hospital I won't get the chance because I'll be busy playing. 


As it stands now, we will be coming home tomorrow. Home!! Theodore has been off the vent since Sunday morning and we have been slowly weaning his oxygen down. This morning he is at baseline and doing well. :)


The PICU has been gracious enough to let us stay 24 more hours so we can avoid going to the dreaded "floor" as it's called. Considering this isn't Rambo's first trip here and no doubt it won't be his last, they've come to know us quite well. I'm thankful they listened to us and are helping us out. Thank you!!!!


For accuracy sake, I must correct what I said a few posts ago about no longer having an IMC. They apparently do have beds that are IMC status. This is only what I've heard. I haven't experienced it yet, and hope not to have to for a loooooong time. Of course, they tell me this as they crunch up their noses and shake their heads. That's not comforting. They are still private rooms so who knows if you'll be able to find your nurse, but I can't say yet. I'm sure we'll get to experience that first hand at some point. I'll be sure to give you my opinion then. 


I'm gonna grab some breakfast and head over to little man. Hopefully this is our last night here!