Just Kidding!

Lindley wasn't able to go home today after all. The cardiologist yesterday must have been smoking crack. I wasn't comfortable with the thought of her going home so early because she still looked really weak. She hadn't even stood up yet. Her echocardiogram showed great results this morning! Woo hoo!

The reason she's not being released is that she's anemic. This morning she was back to not eating, and what little she drank was immediately thrown up. She was very weak. The doctor said she probably wouldn't get to go home until Monday. I wanted her to be well enough to go home today, but I could tell she wasn't. I'm relieved they knew as well as her mother to keep her under medical supervision. :) I couldn't imagine her traveling 3 hours in a car seat in the sickly state she was in.

After her nap today, good things happened! She finally agreed to walk! She was very careful and played with her brother and sister in the toy room. She had her heart monitor tucked into the back of her pants. Then she became very fatigued and her Pappaw carried her back to bed. She didn't eat her dinner. :(

That is all for my updates. I'm doing a ton of laundry tonight at the Ronald McDonald House before heading back to the hospital. We've only slept here two nights, but the kids have taken naps here during the day. Anyway, I know we'll be wanting to jump in the car and leave when Lindley's released and the rules of the RMDH are that you wash every linen from the mattress cover to the blankets to the bedspread. Plus I've still got all the normal stuff like towels and sheets to wash as well as vacuuming to do. I cleaned the bathroom this morning thinking I wouldn't be here tonight, so I'm going to keep it nice and clean by not staying here anymore! I slept on a twin bed, and Michael slept with Lindley on the full sized bed the one night he was here.

I hear that people still share full sized beds even though they were born in the 20th century and have full sized bodies like those of us born further into the decade (as if I'm tall). My grandfather was a tiny man and would have fit perfectly in a full sized bed with his wife. My husband is 6 feet tall and his shoulder span hogs the bed. I'm not into touching while sleeping, so we're used to a king sized bed. We whine even when we have to share a queen because our butts touch when we lay on our sides.

Why am I telling you all this? I'm whining. I'll shut up now.

That is all.