Lucas Camilo

We woke up this morning preparing to argue with the doctors about why Lucas was REALLY ready to go home, but by the time they came to his room on rounds he was looking good enough that we didn’t need to do any convincing.  Discharge takes awhile, with papers to fill out and home arrangements to coordinate, but we were able to leave the hospital by early afternoon.  It’s funny that after all the commotion about Lucas’s perplexing, death-defying sodium levels – not to mention his likely diagnosis – the only thing new we came home with was a recipe for adding salt water to his breast milk.

At any rate, we’re writing this post triumphantly, but exhausted… from home!  Lucas took a few minutes to readjust to his home environment, wiggling and crying and turning pale, but then settled in to a deep afternoon nap.  Meanwhile, we’re looking forward to sleeping in a bed and relishing the ability to do whatever seems best for Lucas without having to get permission from a ladder of medical hierarchy.  It is so good to be home.