Going home?

Nathaniel has been off oxygen for more than 24 hours now, and his numbers are looking strong. Nurses mentioned yesterday that we might go home as early as today. And nurses today are saying the same thing (about today), pending another echocardiogram to ensure everything looks good.

We won't know for a little while, but everything is pointing toward our return to our own home in the very near future. We went to the hospital in South Jersey two weeks ago tonight. Since then it's been hospital beds (or a recliner for me on that first night) almost every night since. We are desperately looking forward to sleeping in our own bed and finally letting our son see the house he'll be growing up in.

As for the little guy ... he slept surprising well last night. Or so I thought. Barely sleeping the previous two days had taken a serious toll on me. Amanda seems to do a better job of taking quick naps during the day (or maybe she just handles lack of sleep better than me ... she is several years younger, after all). Anyway, I fed Nathaniel about 10 p.m. last night then fell asleep like a rock while Amanda was holding him. When I awoke at 4 a.m. to prepare for another feeding, Amanda was asleep and so was Nathaniel. I thought she was a miracle worker, getting our son to sleep so both of us could relax for the first time in three days. I found out this morning, however, that he was crying for quite a while and Amanda was up quite late trying to get him to sleep. The only reason I didn't notice was because of my exhaustion. I have to hand it to Amanda for handling the little guy so I could sleep for a while. (Don't worry, though, we've be trading these late-night duties for a while).

If we do get to leave today, I'll be sure to update the blog.