My blanky

He's home!

He feels fine but has to take lots of meds: ibuprofen every 8 hours to treat the inflammation he still has, Zantac twice a day in case the ibuprofen hurts his tummy, and penicillin twice a day for the rest of his life because he's being treated for rheumatic fever (!).  At least he learned how to swallow pills, so the Zantac and penicillin are easy peasy.  We follow up with the cardiologist tomorrow and the infectious disease doctor in 2 weeks and should know more then.  He went to school yesterday and was happy as a clam, though we are still washing off all the sticky gunk from his monitors, IVs, and chest drain.

Jack missed Harry the most and has almost stopped acting up to show his feelings.

Cooper feels better and is a total delight again.  He got a super hero shirt with a cape the other day, and I told him when he put it on that he had to use his super powers to protect his little sister.  He immediately went to the rock n play and patted her head.

He stayed there for awhile.

Until the knife drawer's siren song was too sweet.

Now back to our previously scheduled blathering about how sweet the baby is-- because there's a 7-week-old in the house, and that's what this blog should be all about!

The suspicious look!

Almost a smile for the monkey!

WOULD REALLY LIKE TO EAT THE CUPCAKE

She slept sweetly in her bouncer the whole time Ben and I gorged on Indian take out (chicken jalfreezi, vegetables vindaloo, garlic naan!) and watched Veep and Amazing Race on the DVR to celebrate Harry's return.

Today she and I went to work, and we got tons done including lunch at my desk for both of us and cleaning up my filthy office-- and real work, too.

How in the world can this be my last experience with a 7-week-old?  She has barely ever slept anywhere but in my arms because I don't want to put her down and miss a single second. I drag her everywhere like she's my blanky.

Tomorrow, Harry has his 7th echocardiogram in 10 days.  I'll keep you posted.