Paroled

Mac's effusion is unchanged. Through four days of adjusting meds, up-ing doses, back and forth from IV to oral--unchanged.

So unchanged, in fact, that they are talking this morning about discharging us with the promise to stay in the area and having McKay come back for daily outpatient visits through Monday.

At this point the theory is that he may do better outside the hospital than in. Freedom, interest in play and activities, a sunnier attitude. It all goes into the mix of healing and wellness. I think it's a good theory.

It all hit home yesterday when one of the cardiologists said, "I think we're trying to treat an xray instead of a child. Look at him. His sats are good. He's walking, playing, eating, sleeping. He just needs to go to the park and kick this thing."

Post-park and play over the weekend, if all is good Monday--we're home.

This turn of events is both nerve-racking and exciting. I am DYING to love on my other boys. Remember them? Tyler and Preston have been on the party-sleepover-vacation circuit for nearly three weeks now. It's time they had their mom home to make them practice piano and clean up their room :). Hardly. I just want to snuggle, make up stories, play games, see and hear all about the pictures they took on the camera we left them, and read the journal of events Ty's been keeping (just so he doesn't forget to tell us something, he said).

From here we just need McKay to take his meds and show a stable or clearing xray every morning from now until Monday.

I know it's a lot to ask kiddo, but you're clutch. Let's do this.