Sunday Night

I'd intended to update last night, but my body had other plans. I laid down on my bed with Brady, who'd been crying hysterically, with the intention of nursing him to sleep at about 7:30. And I did. But I put myself to sleep, too. As a testament to how utterly wiped out I've been of late, I woke up at 6:45 this morning (after lots of overnight feedings, of course) and was still tired, almost as if I'd taken a sedative.

But that was hours and hours ago.

So the update on Mr. Logan. Dr. Sun popped by our spot in the PICU about an hour after I'd arrived for my shift yesterday (Saturday). He asked how Logan was doing, and when I said 'fine, but mad about being here', he said 'okay then, I'll send him home'. And so it was done: Monday turned into Saturday, and he was out by 5 PM. It was stunning, because we'd never before been discharged on a weekend and figured that it never happened. Dr. Sun reiterated that he felt it was important that Logan have a week at home to recover mentally and enjoy some normalcy before returning for a second go at the tumor. Much to Logan's complete consternation, he sent us home with a soft helmet that he has to wear for the great majority of each day; it's intended to protect the soft spot on his head from damage. He was not a single bit amused, but wore it today without complaint. (That in and of itself probably qualifies as a miracle.) I tricked it out with some 'racing stripes' (also known as medical tape in various colors provided by Ramona, a PICU nurse). I think perhaps that made the indignity more tolerable.

So that's where we are for now. We lunched at Fresh Choice at the mall this afternoon, and Adam took the kids for a stroll while I secured Valentine's Day cards and some candy for Abby, Logan and Isaac. I was completely dismayed to realize that I'd inadvertently forgotten about Brady, but excused the gaffe with the well, he falls under the 'less than two months old so it's not that awful that I forgot about his existence' category free pass. (And it's a good thing that today was the 13th, since he'll turn two months tomorrow.) Anyway, said oops sent me to Walmart later on, and Logan opted to accompany me. And I was reminded for the upteenth time that he's a wonderful, sweet little boy as he insisted on picking out 'birthday presents' for everyone in our family. And I spent much of my time pushing him in the shopping cart silently praying for his healing and the eventual redemption of this entire experience. I do that a lot these days.

Please keep praying for good things. I'm sure that it's selfish to insist on wanting him completely healed, but I continue to believe that he has so much to offer this world later in life. So, so much. Thanks and blessings to you all.