Day +90: Home Again, Finally!

We're home!
We're home!
We're home!

So long, Kid Vampire!
So long, endless hours of screaming and screeching!
So long, idiot nurses!
So long, horrible sofa bed!
So long, nasty "garbage" ward!
So long, disgusting hospital food!
So long, irritating doctors who keep us waiting for hours!

So long, suckers!

I made up my mind that today, we were going home, come what may. I couldn't care less if the doctors wanted us to stay another night. I was ready to sign every piece of paper to get us out of there, because there was no way in the world Sean and I were staying another night. No way in hell were we staying another night.

I was so determined to get us home that I stuffed all of our things into our bag, with no desire to unpack anything to be used again in hospital. After breakfast, we waited for the doctors to come and give us the all-clear.

We waited.
And waited.
And waited.

Did I mention how much I hated waiting for the doctors?

Throughout the morning, we asked the nurses to page our doctors, not once, but several times. It was agonising, this waiting game, but each time we asked, the nurses told us the doctors were on their way. One of the nurses was more forthcoming than the others, and told us that the doctors were unlikely to appear before midday, as it was a Monday and they had "more important things to do". Great. We weren't important enough to be seen to by anyone. Exactly what I wanted to hear.

Since I'd made up my mind that we were going home today, my mood was a lot better than it had been the last few days. So much so I wasn't even bothered by Kid Vampire's screaming and screeching throughout the day, as I knew we weren't going to be in hospital for much longer.

Just before noon, Dr Barbaric and her team finally saw fit to come and see us. The news was good - everything looked fine, with a small glitch. Sean would need another magnesium transfusion as his levels were still on the low side. We were happy with that, and asked the doctors to get the magnesium transfusion ready and happening straight away. We knew how long the magnesium transfusion took, so we really wanted it started as soon as possible, so we could leave as soon as possible. Dr Barbaric gave us permission to leave the hospital as soon as the transfusion was finished, so we eagerly awaited the nurses to come in and start the procedure.

We waited.
And waited.
And waited.

By the time the nurses were informed of the magnesium transfusion, the staff in the pharmacy department had gone to lunch. Apparently, there was no one available to measure out the required dosage, and the nurses had to wait until the pharmacists returned from lunch to get the correct dosage sent up to the ward. I had some trouble swallowing this news, but there was nothing else we could do but wait.

Before Dr Barbaric left us, I asked her about our Clinic appointment tomorrow. She still insisted that we returned to the hospital in the morning for our Clinic appointment, which was at 11.45am. I asked her to try and see us a bit earlier than that, as she had already seen us for a week, and she said she would try her best to get to us as early as possible. I did not understand why we had to come back in tomorrow, but the more I argued, the less Dr Barbaric seemed to care about my argument, so I was going to have to suck it up and return to the hospital bright and early tomorrow morning.

The magnesium transfusion was finally started around 3.30pm. Sean had already had his nap, so he was wide awake during the transfusion. Trying to get him to sit still for 3 hours without messing around and getting all his lines tangled up was really hard, and after a few tears, we got through the transfusion.

It was just after 6.30pm when Sean was finally unplugged from all his lines. As soon as Sean was free, we picked him up and all but sprinted out of the ward.

So long, suckers!

It was so good to be heading out of the hospital. I don't think I had walked this quickly out of the hospital in a while, not since we were discharged from the hospital after transplant. We threw everything into the car, and Jonathan sped out of the car park and took us home.

We didn't have anything at home for dinner, so on our way back, we went through the KFC West Ryde drive thru and bought some dinner. It wasn't the healthiest of meal options, but we both needed some comfort food and that was the best on offer.

Home. We're home. Sean is safely tucked into his own cot and sleeping soundly. There is no screaming and screeching child keeping us awake, shattering our peace and quiet, jarring our nerves with his incessant bawling. It is so good to be home. There really is no place like home.