Even though Grace had a restless night and her oxygen levels were all over (but stayed in the 70s), Grace woke up in a good mood...except she didn't want to have anything to do with nurses (Super Dave the radiology guy was okay, but nobody else). She also didn't want to take her meds and she's a great meds taker. While we were eating our eggs, bacon and yogurt, Dr. Calhoon and company come in and look at her. They ask me how she's doing and I said good and he sees how much she's eating and he smiles. He then proceeds to tell me that they are going to take out the chest tube and then send me home, this afternoon. I almost fell over. If I wasn't in shock, I totally would have kissed him! I'm so glad to be home in my house. I was very nervous getting her in and out of the car seat and having her up and about but it all worked itself out. She was so happy to be home and also at Grammy's house. I haven't seen her smile so much. I am trying to get her to go to bed at 8 p.m. but it was a struggle tonight. I think we'll keep at it. She wasn't thrilled with the mini sponge bath. I also tried the baby massage (which she let me do in the hospital...I learned it there) but she wasn't having it. She tossed and turned but eventually got to sleep. I hope she sleeps through the night. I hope I do too. We go back Thursday afternoon for chest xrays and a visit with our favorite cardiothoracic surgeons.
All in all, Santa Rosa was a great place and we had a good experience. But, like Dorothy said, "There's no place like home"