And once we were discharged, he whimpered and grimaced his way through the three-hour drive home. Oh, my sweet boy.
And then . . . then we turned into our driveway. And my Micah started to grin and giggle and bang his Lego on the window in glee!!! It may have been dreary and drizzly outside, but Micah was pure sunshine as we walked into the house! He was just smiling, and smiling, and looking around at everything. So, so happy to be back home again! To be hugged and kissed by Daddy and brothers and sisters didn't hurt, either! Familiar faces! Familiar place! Oh, the relief!
Can you imagine what must have been going through his mind while he was stuck in that hospital bed, in pain, unable to move, day after day? Mommy kept saying it was okay, but it clearly was not okay at all.
But oh, his joy, to realize that he was back home!
Home is a beautiful word, isn't it?