Well if the past two days weren’t a test of patience and perseverance, I don’t know what would be! Here are the basics, 30 hours at the hospital for a 24 hour test where T was required to have constant supervision and minimal movement. He’s one and a half…you can just imagine how much fun that was! But this isn’t a post about the hospital, or the test, or the incredible family support throughout the whole thing (although all those things are certainly noteworthy) this is a post about being home.
When we left the hospital T and I were both exhausted. On the way home, he kept dozing off and just looked completely out of it. The second we walked through that door though..complete 180. He got the biggest, goofiest grin on his face and practically jumped out of my arms to get to his toys! He went into every room and couldn’t stop rolling around on the floor and scooting from place to place. The look on his face was pure joy and his energy was intoxicating. We played and read a few books then he fell asleep with me on the couch for a good four hours and when we woke up it’s like we hadn’t even been gone. We instinctively fell right back into our dinner, after dinner, and bed time routines.
The funny thing about T is he is completely contagious; when he’s grumpy or uncomfortable, I find myself very irritable but when he’s happy, I’m so happy! He has such a sweet spirit and there was nothing better than the smile on his face when he got to go to bed in his bed tonight. Sometimes we forget about those little things and I find these reminders to be a huge blessing.
