Do You Remember?

Do you remember how giddy I was at the thought of going home tonight and then coming back tomorrow? Yeah, well, whatever. Little Man has really lost it in a big way and I can NOT leave his eyesight without him screaming and crying. So guess who is spending the night here and was NOT packed? No toothbrush, no clean undies, no deoderant? Um, yeah, that would be me. Guess who made not ONE but two, hour long each way trips back and forth to the Large Cities Sick Kids Hospital? That would be my sweet Bald Man. Guess who FINALLY got all his night time meds and fell asleep like 2 hours past his bedtime? That would be my sweet boy. He has been so very foul and really, I have been very, very patient, because it breaks my heart that he is being pushed over the edge. It is now almost 11, I am just now getting to eat something that wasn't my breakfast so very many hours ago. Infectious Disease and Neurosurgery are duking out over the PICC line thing. Yes, no, yes, no, yes, no. They will do what they do and I don't even know what to think about it. On one hand, I feel like going home with a PICC line is a better idea, because I would rather he was antibotics for a week or two. The other part of me would much rather just do our three day sentence here at Club Med and be DONE with it. But that part of me worries that my boy will wake up after we get sent home and have a raging infection like last time. So I just don't know what to think. Either way, we will survive it. He is either first or second for surgery in the morning and I am just glad I am not having to drive in for same day surgery. Thanks.