Sweet home...

We finally got home Sunday afternoon. Doctors left it up to us if we wanted to stay or go. Jagger was doing better and with all the coughing around us, we decided to go home and hopefully work on his recovery from there. Main thing really is to keep him hydrated and coughing. After laying in the hospital bed for yet another four days, his secretions pooled again in his airway so we just need to make sure he coughs them up and we standby with the suction.

Weekend is the worst time to be in the hospital. Nothing is really happening, the cafeteria has barely any food and mostly leftovers from the week and no hot water. It is as if all patients go home on Friday and return on Monday. Every time we are here over the weekend we wonder about this. I really shouldn't be complaining after the hospital and operating rooms I have seen in Africa with dirt floors, insect crawling everywhere, broken cots or thin foam mattresses on the floor. It makes me cringe every time I see it.

Jaggy is still super exhausted. After partying till 4 am the first two nights, he has been sleeping for two days straight. Occasionally he wakes up, looks at us with his big brown eyes, is content with what he sees and goes back to sleep. We of course take the opportunity to give him sandwich kisses which he seems to enjoy.

I am not surprised he is so exhausted. We all are. The last two weeks have been kind of rough. If I had the opportunity to sleep for two days, I certainly would.

Caption for the pic: Jaggy on the way back home. He never sleeps in his car seat!