Since that early morning in Bozeman, my emotions have been all over the place. I finally got more sleep that early Sunday morning. That morning couldn’t seem to go fast enough. I got up just before 7 and started plugging away at my discharge homework. Around 8, my doctor came in with the ok to be discharged! I was excited beyond belief. I quickly finish up my homework. My nurse came in with what I thought were my last two antibiotics. The hour actually seemed to fly by. Then she came in with one more and I was devastated. Another nurse had already gone over all my discharge paper work. Other than the IV still in my arm, I was all set to go. That half hour seemed to take forever. Finally the moment arrived and I was walking out the door at nearly 11 am.
My sister and I got in the car and I instantly started crying as a I had done in the room several times while anxiously waiting discharge. I was now another step closer to joining my boys in Billings. I made it home to try and quickly clean up and pack a bag. There was nothing quick about it. After almost an hour and a half, we were finally ready. I said goodbye to Flynn who was acting depressed and unsure about everything that was going on. Yes, I felt sorry and sad for my pup.
The car ride didn’t seem as slow as I expected it to. Although, it still wasn’t fast enough and the construction wasn’t helping. I cried a few times as the excitement grew the closer and closer we got. I had cried so many times between Friday and then. We finally took the exit and we were now just minutes away from my boys.
I tried to remain calm but I lost it when we took a 30 second detour into the emergency parking lot instead of the general entrance. The error was quickly fixed and I saw Brent standing outside as he was motioning for where my sister was to park. I told her to just stop. I had to get out of the car now! She pulled over and I hugged Brent with oh so many tears running down my face. Finally, I was with one of my boys. We made our way through the hospital and up to the NICU. I was shaking and crying and just overwhelmed. Before I knew it, I was beside my baby boy at last. I was able to take a moment and at place my hands on him. Oh so over joyed I was. We gave ourselves multiple minutes together before introducing him to grandma.
I was shot. I honestly can’t completely remember the rest of what went on Sunday night. I know that they intubated him again around 9pm because he was just working to hard to breathe with the capula. Brent and I made it back to the little room right down the hall. We got a couple good chunks of sleep throughout the night before Monday morning arrived.
