So apparently last night Brandon slept very, very little. A couple of hours, total. When Jackie and I got there around 7am this morning, he looked like the Night of the Living Dead - but he was fairly cheerful, all things considered.
We were in the playroom at around 8am when the doctor came in and told us that Brandon would be going home within an hour or two. Less than five minutes after he left, Brandon threw up. So there went that. We were told he would be able to leave at noon - IF he didn't throw up again and drank at least one (4oz) juice. Having stayed at this hospital twice before, I knew that really meant 1PM at the earliest. Probably more like 2 or 3.
A little while after losing his breakfast (all one bite of pancakes and two sips of milk), Brandon laid down on the floor of the playroom and came very, very close to falling asleep. He didn't want to go back to his room, but I dragged him back, acquired his overdue dose of tylenol with codeine, and managed to wrangle an hour-long nap out of him.
Well anyway, we ended up leaving at 1:05, which was a lot earlier than I was expecting. And they didn't even make us stop at the pharmacy on the way out - imagine that, the Pediatric Ward actually gives you your discharge meds when they discharge you. (Along with a stuffed Mickey Mouse and one last popsicle.)
So now Brandon is eating watermelon chunks and watching Disney movies while I bounce Jackie on the exercise ball and Brian (who just got home from work) is taking a nap to make up for last night (when he slept for less than an hour). Things are more or less back to normal.
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