Today at 12pm I got a call from the kid.
"You can come get me. I'm ready to come home."
What? On Saturday they told us it would be a week to 10 days. But yes, the doctor has cleared him to come home.
So we've been racing around all afternoon rearranging stuff and moving Little Guy upstairs to the loft.
Fortunately, the care hospital did all the arranging for the portable oxygen to get him home.
Big Kid is going to still need it 24-hours-a-day. And a walker. For awhile. The home nurse is going to come every couple of days to take labs, and we're setting up the therapy schedule.
Hubby is on his way to the city to get him, and I'm waiting for the oxygen company to bring the large concentrator unit.
My boy, my boy. My precious boy.