Yesterday afternoon we were discharged from the hospital and came home. Our surgeon came in to see Charlotta just after lunch and was quite happy with her mobility (walking and going up and down stairs), so he said Charlotta could go home, despite not having met the poop criteria. (Charlotta ended up going at home just after dinner.)
It is good to be at home, but part of me liked the controlled environment of the hospital. There, Charlotta was my only focus and I could keep an eye on her 100% of the time. Now that we're at home, I need to resume my multi-tasking mom role, and I'm worried that while I'm cooking/cleaning/helping the other kids, I can't give Charlotta all of my attention and I'm afraid that she may try to do something that is unsafe, like go down the stairs by herself.
Charlotta is happy to be home and spent about half of her day lying in bed and the other half propped up on the sofa. She's doing well, but is still quite tired. Aside from looking tired, she lost quite a bit of weight in the hospital and is looking kind of gaunt. Her appetite is pretty good, so I'm sure she will gain it back fairly soon.
For tonight, though, we're both going to enjoy sleeping in our own beds. Good night...
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