So after a week of hanging out in exotic locals i.e. Blackfoot, Dubois, Dillon, Navy and Montpelier I was quite excited to return home and see how the new life of having a chronically ill child would be. I missed my boys and the smok’in hot mom that takes care of them. Charlie is in great shape, considering, and Angel reeks of brilliance. You’d never guess that she was the one that was hesitant while still at PCMC to bring Char home. She has this whole 24/7 care stuff down pat, charts and lists and alarms and schedules and all without any apparent twist in the knickers. I had both boys Saturday morning for a few hours, ALONE, and long story short it went off like a fart in church. I don’t know how she does it or how any of these rare breed of mothers in similar care situations do it for that matter.
I didn’t think that I’d be the one to say this but I miss the folks at NTU. Not merely for the top notch care that we received but also the friends we made. I know some of you up there are blogstalkers so when you read this spread the word that Charlie’s dad said thanks and he was totally bummed that he couldn’t be there to say good bye in person this last week but somebody had to go to work in order to pay their salaries. No work = no insurance and well we know that that dog just won’t hunt. By the way, tell Judy and Dear Joe that you all need raises, big ones, except Dave and in that case his tech should get double. We know who does the heavy lifting. Now if you are at work, get off the computer and go save lives.
Now that things are getting settled here’s the word according to Rob on why it sucks to have a kid in the hospital.
1. Duh! Your kids in the hospital.
2. Driving back and forth from home to hospital and vice versa.
3. Rainbow Café.
4. IHC cable tv.
5. Having to bug Ramon for slushies.
6. Naugahide couch/bed’s.
7. Duzy’s sense of humor.
8. Battery Boy being clueless.
9. Randa doesn’t work every day.
10. Neale and Janine only come once a day and think they need weekends off.
It would only be prudent to also include an itemization of positives since returning home as far as I have deduced them.
1. Duh! Your kids not in the hospital.
2. Sleeping in your own bed, next to a super hot lady.
3. Don’t have to worry about where Britton is all the time.
4. It smells way better here.
5. No more Nauga’s will die for our comfort.
6. You can see outside.
7. It doesn’t take ½ hour to park.
8. Unbelievable acts of kindness from strangers.
9. Charlie not getting bugged every 2 hours for vitals and random checks.
10. It’s about 3000% cheaper to be home.
Last night the Christensen house was bumpin for Char’s birthday party and I’d like to kindly thank the neighbors for not alerting the authorities when things got out of hand and the techno got too loud. We had a great time even if it was just our small mild mannered family that thrives on respectability and tact. Charlie got a whole new wardrobe, all of which is very G-tube friendly. You see our little man isn’t so little any more and whilst in the hospital he has skipped a size so he was looking a little homeless for a bit but no more. All new duds that I’m sure over time you will be privy to through upcoming pictures. Angel had the party all Super Man themed and a huge cake with the Super Man logo and it said “Happy Birthday Super Cooper.” He slept through most of the party due to some professional bum patting. The whole fam is getting rather proficient w/ the old booty slap leading me to believe that some may have some prior experience. Anyone willing to fess up?
Here’s some pic’s I am keenly aware that you’d rather see them than continue to read my uneducated blather.