Pins and Needles

I left the Hospital Saturday night.  Not Dylan.  Dennis is with him now.  It was so hard to leave him.  But I knew he was feeling better, and in good hands, so that made it easier.  I came home and slept solid from 9pm to 8am, when Nate woke me up for church.  I could have slept longer.  I never sleep that much!

Sunday he was doing well.  We were all happy.

This morning the doctors said they were filing the paperwork to get him home Wednesday morning.  Yay!  This came as very, very good news.  I can't wait to have my baby home, both of them.  Wednesday can't come soon enough.

This evening Dylan had a pic-line put in, a semi-permanent IV.  He was able to have it done without anesthesia, which is good.  But Dennis was told that Dylan would need 12 weeks of IV antibiotics.  Wow!  First I was told 4 weeks, then 8 weeks, and now 12!  I spoke to Dylan.  He was good... and happy.

I just got off the phone with Dennis again.  He said Dylan has a fever of 101.  I guess Dylan had had one last night too - 100 degrees - that he hadn't told me about.  He didn't want to worry me.  I'm worried.  It isn't a high fever, but it is still a fever.

I hate that I am not there.

Now I am sitting on pins and needles waiting to hear what the doctors will say tomorrow.  Still praying, always praying that it will be good news.

I think I'll pack a bag - just in case.