Little Kylie

So, our sweet friends have let us borrow one of their laptops while we are waiting for our new computer to arrive. Wow, not having a computer for awhile is pretty annoying. Anyway, I am here, Kylie is home and doing quite well. We have been so impressed with her progress. She is actually eating now, which is a relief and accepting her g-tube feedings much better. In fact she is so much better that we got home from Dallin's first t-ball game this morning and plopped her on the floor. Not 30 seconds later she had made her way to the pantry and dumped an entire bag of goldfish on the floor and started scattering the itty-bitty crumbs everywhere. She was in heaven and I am grateful to have my girl back. However, maybe it wasn't so bad having her on the couch for a few days...

So, a quick story from the hospital. On Monday, I headed to my OB appointment and David, who had returned to work that day took the train down to the hosptial and spent his lunch break with her while I was gone. There was a blood drive going on at the hospital that day too. So, Kylie's nurse Ashley, who we barely saw, because Kylie wasn't technically in the PICU anymore, went to donate blood on her break. She then came back and went to the break room to have a snack and proceeded to pass out. About this time David gets to Kylie's room and wants to take her on a wagon ride. They had given us a wagon to take her around in. She LOVED it and she was starting to get fussy in her bed. David unplugged her from her monitors and loaded her in the wagon. Her machines were beeping like crazy because they weren't plugged in. No one came. He looked for her nurse. He couldn't find anyone. They were in the break room trying to help the passed out Ashley. So, David walked Kylie passed the nurse's station, and decided he tried to tell people and went for a walk. Now, just so you know he never actually left the area or went out into the waiting room. He was just walking around the hospital rooms and made it over to the play room for the kids to see if she wanted to look around. A few minutes later the charge nurse came running in demanding to know if that was Kylie and who David was--pretty funny with the timing and everything. The whole floor was panicked. Her nurse felt pretty bad-by the way she recovered quickly and thought it was pretty funny by the end of her shift.

So, they got the kidney test done--yea! That is something that has been hounding me for a very long time. As soon as they finished that test Monday we were discharged. Wow, did it feel good to be back in my own bed.

As an FYI: my sister was admitted to the hospital as we were being discharged. She has an infection in her leg that they are still working on healing. Oh the crazy life I lead. It was insane trying to get people to watch my kiddos so my parents could get my sister admitted and I was trying to get back to the hospital to get to Kylie and wait for discharge. My sister, Heather, is still there and hopefully they can figure out how to fix her up before I head over there to push out a baby. My poor parents. My grandfather passed away, Kylie had open-heart surgery, one of their daughters is in the hospital with a severe infection and the other is heading there to have a baby in a week and a half. Whew! Well, on Monday I am heading back to the OB and we should set a date to meet this little guy. Now if we could only settle on a name...