I spent 5 days in the hospital. Within the first couple days I tested positive for Staph infection of the blood as a result from all the problems with my kidney. It was decided that I'd head home and administer IV antibiotics via PICC line. I am about to sleep for the 3rd night in my own bed. I am absolutely in love with being home. The last few days in the hospital it was determined what antibiotics I'd be given to fight the infection, and I very nervously got a ultrasound done on my heart to make sure the Staph hadn't spread there (which it hadn't). A nurse was scheduled to come to our house and show us how to administer the antibiotics and all the supplies were delivered. Shortly after the nurse arrived that night we found that both lines in my PICC were clogged. So we called the "PICC guy" from the hospital and some un-clogger solution was ordered and delivered a couple hours later. There were a couple steps I didn't learn because of where I was sitting. They are to be administered at 3pm, 11pm, & 7am. One of them runs for 1 hour and the other runs for 3 hours. The lines can't sit after it's finished, so they don't get clogged they promptly need to be flushed.
I am still sweating buckets at night. When my alarm goes off at 7am to administer the 1st antibiotic of the day I am sopping wet and the air outside of the blankets feels equivalent to a freezer. But every morning Ryan pops up right out of bed without saying a word, gets all the supplies and hooks up the medicine to my PICC for me. He knows the times of which goes when. He takes it upon himself to take care of me that way throughout the day and I don't/didn't ask him too. It's the little things like this that reassures me that I have the best Husband and I am definitely a very lucky girl. When I arrived to the ER this last time, my nurse took me back to the room. I liked her right from the start. I don't remember what we were talking about but she stopped and looked at me and said "I just want you to know that your family really affected all of us that night". My first response was 'affected' did one of my relatives say something offensive? She said, "there's something special about your family, you guys affected us a lot and we see a lot of trauma". I don't know why but that comment has stuck with me, maybe there is something special about us. I realized later that I didn't bring my purse, wallet, insurance card, or ID. They remembered me from that first night.
Finn is so sweet. He loves me. He lets me hug and snuggle him a lot more than a little boy should. Being around him everyday again is helping me heal. When he was 2 I took him to a mom and me class at The Little Gym. They did a fundraiser for us on one of their parent survival nights. The workers donated their time and parents pay $20 and drop their kids of to jump, play, and eat pizza from 5:30-9pm. They invited Finn to come and I went back and forth all day debating if I could muster up the energy to go somewhere if we dropped him off. We decided last minute to try to go to a movie and pulled up to drop Finn off at one of his favorite places. I immediately was brought to tears because there was such a huge turnout. I'm so blown away by all the love and support we have received, I frequently get emotional. A group of girls I went to school with through a very successful auction/yard sale... some of them I am/was friends with, but about half I wasn't. They worked so hard for weeks and never tried to receive any glory, they just did it to help us. Angels. They are all around us.
I spend most of my time in bed. For some reason I am really cold all the time and feel most comfortable under warm blankets. Sometimes I still wait for Colum to walk through my bedroom door with his blanket. Sometimes when I'm watching something on tv there is a child that sounds like him. We tear up regularly about only having one carseat in the back of our new car. I'm able to heal at home, where my special family, and heart is.