Well, we got another hospital wake-up-call at 6:50 this morning, another unexpected trip to the OR. Apparently the wound care specialist wasn't happy with the way his abdominal incision was looking - it was 'leaking' but I couldn't quite get what it was leaking. I know they didn't think it was infected, and it seems like basically the problem was that they needed to flush it out and add a stitch or two. Not a big deal, as long as it isn't an infection, and with all the antibiotics he's on, I can't imagine him getting an infection.
It's a lousy way to start the day, I'll tell you that. And it sure as hell feels like it's just one thing after another. Poor little guy has been through hell. I just wish we'd stop having complications and side issues, and get to the healing-and-going-home part of this.
Now - go buy baby socks and send them dag nab it! There's babies up there with cold feet!