Happy Day for Tyler!

Today was a happy day for Ty. He returned home from the hospital. He came to us with a picc line and has to have antibiotics administered through it several times a day in addition to his normal routine of treatments. But, at least he is home. And he is getting better. As much as any CF patient gets better. Maybe more since so many prayers went up on his behalf. He is active and wound up. He is happy to be out of the cooped up hospital room where he was forbidden to run the halls or even leave the room. He is sassy. He is thinking up things to get into. Yes, he is okay again!

Caleb was anxious to greet him. He kept asking all day if Ty was coming home. He didn't want to go to the park or McDonalds out of concern that Ty would get home and he would not be there to greet him. Sweet little brother!

Baby Girl will be glad to have Mom and Dad home again. She loves her grandma, but obviously missed her parents. She was sleeping when Ty got home.

His triumphant arrival was squelched a tad when a nurse showed up to teach us how to use the picc line and proceeded to have Dad & me give him his dosage. It was more fun at the hospital because they had machines that beeped and blinked. We have to do this by hand. It does, however, take less time than the machines. It is a bit scary because a picc line is a direct line into the veins near the heart. An overlooked air bubble could kill him. But since I have been around such things most of my life, it is not intimidating. Just a tad nerve-wrecking! Actually, I think we will be fine.

I only have to be involved for three days and then I go on vacation. I feel a little guilty leaving at this time. But, as my husband pointed out...in the last 30 days I have had the kids 27 days. and all but 10 were overnighters. And the last 7 were 24/7 after only a one-day break from a weekender. So, I guess I have earned my vacation time. I just wish it was after he finishes his picc line meds. But Dad is there and Mom knows how to do it too, so they will all be fine.

It is just that I really do love being with my grandkids. I have discovered that I am not nearly so impatient with them as I was as a parent. I guess I finally figured out that kids will be kids and do what they do and it really is not a matter of the world coming to an end. I have learned to pick my battles so to speak and that most battles are more for the opinions of others than to teach lessons of life. Hurrah for grandparenting!!!