Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Also, Mr. Kimble is sportin' a cute little bib that he got in the CICU. Our friend Heather, who works there, had these designed for their cardiac babies. For six weeks, Kimble can't be picked up under his arms. I need to cradle-hold him when I pick him up, or move him around. Picking up from under the arms stretches his chest, which is freshly sewn together (from the rib cage, to the muscles, to the skin and tissues) and we don't want to damage the healing process. The bibs are to remind you...just in case you forget...which is easy to do.
We are very happy to be home. I love having my own bathroom again (without paper toilet seat covers), my own bed to sleep in, darkness and quiet at night (instead of it being alive with hospital life), and my own kitchen. Although I'm low on food, there's gotta be something around that I can make. Kitchens make me happy.
Since my van is in Utah with the kids, I'm kinda stuck at home during the day, but I'm not put out by that at all. I get to enjoy some quiet time with Kimble. I have a stack of books to read. I have some laundry to do. I'm quite happy. So happy, in fact, that I might just take a few days off blogging...
...or maybe not. We'll see.