The Home Stretch?

Jo came home from the hospital today and she is doing well. She's taking some hefty pain medication and she slept much of today. There is just something about this time that seems final. When we left the hospital today, it felt more like "goodbye" than "see you next time". P/SL has been great, but if we never go back there, I won't miss the hot dogs, the pizza or onion rings.

Last night I gave Jo a tour of the entire hospital from my perspective. In 8 trips, she had never seen the cafeteria, the gift shop or the surgery waiting area where all the furniture had been replaced since visit #7. We even tried to sneak a peak at the newborns on floor 3 and we were pleasantly surprised to find volunteers handing out bowls of clam chowder.

All things must come to an end. P/SL will still be near and dear to our hearts for the next 6 to 8 months as the last medical bills get straightened out and reconciled, but we are headed down the home stretch. Our two-year "partnership" with P/SL has been necessary and extremely beneficial. We will never be able to say "thank you" enough. At the same time, it's time for us to move on.