Lady Emma shares her mail with Piglet and Ga (the Bear) after arriving home from the hospital today.
We were given the green light to go home this afternoon, and we left Childrens' Memorial Hospital at 4pm. I couldn't believe all of the extra stuff that we accumulated over the past four days as family and close friends paid their visits and brought lots of helium mylar balloons and stuffed animals and flowers. I felt as if we need Allied Van Lines to truck all of the stuff home.
The royal hounds, Dave and Katie were happy to see us, judged by the velocity of their tail waggings, and we were equally as happy to see them and our humble home. Our sitter Paula had set up the family room sofa for a home bed and so I was able to transport the little munchkin directly from the car to her bed. She is supposed to lie on her back for the next two weeks and let things heal. She can get up and walk to the dinner table or use the washroom (WC), but that is all.
And now the hard part begins: home healthcare and rehab. I have to carry her up the stairs to her bedroom and I suspect that after a night or two of this we will set up permanent quarters on the main (first) floor of the house. Either that or my back is going to go out of whack - she's gotten heavier as she approaches her eleventh birthday. It's a far cry from carrying a little toddler up the stairs in my arms. Also, I don't want to put any stress on the incision by carrying her up the stairs. so I think that we may take her bed apart and reassemble it downstairs in the family room. I have a new appreciation for male nurses and other home healthcare workers. It's great to be home, but we no longer have a full staff at our beck and call to do all of the work.