Wes and Mom had his room to themselves last night and both slept well. His 8 East room is more private, quieter, and darker. A winning combination. We’ll be glad when the medications are reduced so as to not require 2am doses. This morning he got a new roommate who seems lovely for a 2 month old and comes with a nice family.

The electrical team didn’t want his wires pulled today, but we’re scheduled for them to come out tomorrow. Removing them can cause arrhythmia so they wait as long as they can. The echo will be Wednesday morning. Today they reduced his Ativan dosage to further wean him. We just found out that they have to do a 5 day gradual wean to avoid the risk of seizures (eek). So just based on the medication we are looking at hopefully a Thursday discharge.

We got outside again today in the courtyard and were thinking about how quickly an experience can change. Late last week our thoughts were, “Of course he still needs to be here and we are good with that.” We couldn’t imagine him being ready to head home. Only 48 hours later we are itching to bust out. Wes is much more active now, which is wonderful, but we’d like to get him back home and get all of us back to a normal routine. While we sat in the grass I commented that I wish he was strong enough to do what he did before surgery – cruise and crawl around, etc. Not because I think his recovery is lacking in any way (just the opposite!), I just wish him strength. Right now he still will topple over while sitting and not be able to right himself. And then, as if he understood me Wes put his hands on my legs, pulled himself up, and plopped himself into my lap. It was a shaky process but he did it himself. He sat there proudly in his glory, his hair blowing wildly in the wind.