|Staring contest with Captain Calamari. Simeon will not be beaten. Not even by this vicious squid pirate.|
Truth be told, sometimes this feels less like a homecoming and more like a vacation from the hospital. I find myself looking around the house and dreamily saying things like, “I love it here. We should really come back and do this again…” It may take awhile for this to sink in.
On our first day home we went to the farmers market down the street. This may not sound like much, but trust me, you should be high-fiving me, shaking Greg’s hand, and perhaps even giving us some congratulatory gold bars for our efforts. Leaving the house with this kid is no easy task.
- Diaper Bag
- Suction Machine
- Suction Kits
- Extra Trachs
- Oxygen Tank
- Oxygen Monitor
- Can-Do Attitude
- Super-human strength
I will be honest and say that since this was a first time outing, we decided not to go far and so we left the oxygen and monitor at home. The sense of freedom upon leaving the house with my baby was just as intense as the anxiety that crept in once we were in the thick of the market. Abort mission! Too much, too soon! Still, we returned with some snobby grass-fed beef, deliciously better-than-you artisan bread, and a baby who had no idea how stressed out his mother was. I deserve some high fives right?
Also… I went back to work! Just for a few days, mind you but still, way to go me! I spent three days getting the library all ready for students and preparing my substitute to take over once the kiddos arrive. Simeon was safe at home with his Gigi, Grandma Edwards, and Aunt Juliana (thank you guys!), while my handy volunteers Larry and Karolyn got the place looking super spiffy. I buzzed around getting lessons in place and realized it can be fun to do something other than stare anxiously at my son. I’ve missed my coworkers who truly are the kindest folks on the planet. Now, I’m back at home and taking time off until we get in-home nursing care for Simeon. Having a few days at school made me excited to return to a normal routine. Someday, right?
Naturally we wouldn’t be the Smiths if there wasn’t some excitement, and the more I get to know my baby, the more I realize he has an uncanny resemblance to the classic dancing frog cartoon. “Huh?” I can hear you saying now. Just bear with me.
For those of you who need a refresher, this cartoon chronicles the tragic story of a man who finds a dancing frog in a mysterious box. That’s right, the frog can dance! He can sing! He can tight-rope walk, for crying out loud! Unfortunately, whenever he shows the frog to others, the slimy fellow just sits there and ribbits. Naturally, the man looks loony and no one believes him. Whenever they are alone, the frog is all “Hello my baby, hello my darling, hello my ragtime gal…” but take him out with mixed company and he’s just a talentless little amphibian.
Do you know where I’m going with this? Simeon did great at the hospital, but now that we’re home he isn’t always so well behaved. He has had trouble keeping his oxygen up during naps but whenever the nurse comes to visit (you guessed it) he just lays there all pink and sweet with his oxygen at 100%. When we’re alone he’s my little dancing frog, but whenever I show him to someone else, he just says “ribbit.” Dash it all, Simeon! Are you trying to make me crazy? If this baby wasn’t so sweet I would sell him to the gypsies.
Thankfully, the doctors are willing to let us manage these issues at home for now. No return to the hospital quite yet, and for that I’m overjoyed. I really do love it here.