Christmas Do-Over

We're finally home, after spending almost three full days at the hospital.  I am so glad to be home, and I have so much more compassion for families who have kids in the hospital.  The nurses and doctors are very sweet and supportive, but it's still an awful place to be.  There's no rest to be had, and after a few days in the isolation room, I was starting to go looney.  They checked Sophie at about 3 PM on Thursday and told us that since she was eating well and breathing without the help of the oxygen, it was okay for us to go home.

She's still in recovery mode, although she's doing a million times better than before.  Unfortunately, Mommy and Daddy are still pretty sick.  I can't hear anything out of either ear from the virus/ear infection.  All I hear is a really high pitched ringing tone.  Steven has a double ear infection too, along with bronchitis.  I'll spare you the details of the rest of our symptoms; suffice to say, we are buried in piles of Kleenex.

Basically, this means we are just a delight to be around right now.

Bah humbug.

Sophie's actually feeling the best of all of us -- she's just coughing occasionally now, and she only needs her nose suctioned maybe once or twice a day (they were doing it hourly at the hospital).  But she has a fierce diaper rash which makes diaper change time really quite unpleasant, for us and for her.

We opened Christmas presents on Christmas Eve, and it should have been a wonderful special time (and it sort of was), but we're all so miserable that its hard to enjoy Christmas.

So, I am declaring a do-over.  We're going to pretend like Christmas is happening again, as soon as we're all feeling better, and I'm going to dress Sophie up and make Christmas cookies and simmer cinnamon on the stove and play that awful Harry Connick Jr. Christmas CD that Steven loves so much, and by golly, I don't care if its mid-January by the time we've all recovered, we are GOING to have ourselves a merry little Christmas.

For now, Merry Christmas to all of you from our den of kleenex and decongestants.  Maybe Scrooge just had the flu and that's why he was so cranky.  I can certainly relate.