We're HOME! Here's the rest of the story...
After the samples of Emma's ooze were taken, we basically killed Saturday, Sunday, and Monday at the hospital waiting for lab results. To say that Emma was antsy and I was bored and frustrated is an understatement. Each morning, the surgeon would come into our room, look at Emma's incision and say, "Right now I don't think surgery is necessary, but let's give it 1 more day." Three days later, I was ready to throw something at him. HE should try keeping an almost-2-year-old entertained in a room the size of a closet she's not allowed to leave while tethered to an IV pole. NOT fun...for Emma or mommy or daddy.
FINALLY this morning around 6:30, a resident came back in and said that the lab results were in and the bacteria was one that could be treated with oral antibiotics at home. They took Emma off of "contact" precautions (meaning we were now free to roam about the 7th floor and play in the playroom) and promised to discharge her as soon as the surgeon who actually performed her surgery looked at her incision one last time. A few hours later, after Emma joyfully tore apart the playroom, we were told that Dr. Mahaffey was stuck in a surgery that was becoming more "complicated" than originally thought and would be at least 4 more hours. Rather than make us wait 4 hours for a two-second "Looks good!" from him, he gave the resident permission to discharge Emma herself. What a nice man.
So at noon, Emma and I busted out. We joyfully fled the building, hopefully for good. Hopefully...
One good sign - as soon as we got into the car, Emma said to me, "Fries mommy. Chicken nuggets." Five minutes before we pulled into our driveway, she said, "Apples. Ice cream."
It's nice to have my baby back.
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