After forty nine days on the road, inpatient and outpatient we are finally safe at home. We've been home for five days and I've struggled to form words for this post or my personal journaling. I'm going to try tonight so bare with me.
The first night at home our air conditioner went out and we spent the whole night awake and warm. Luckily it was cloudy and somewhat cooler. It was repaired before 10am the next morning. It was definitely a lovely welcome home present.
Caleigh is doing so well since her surgery. She is happier, sleeping better and in less pain than before the surgery. She is no longer on her ulcer medication, Sulfasalazine. She doesn't need the pectin added into her daily formula to slow down the feed and control the symptoms of dumping syndrome. As of now, she doesn't have any symptoms of dumping syndrome at all, but we are keeping an eye on things with frequent glucose checks. We are still treating the yeast infection she has on her abdomen due to a very leaky g-button stoma. This isn't surprising due to the month plus on strong antibiotics, but it's uncomfortable to say the least.
Our outpatient time in Boston was spent at the Wingaersheek Beach , Plymouth, Castle Island, and walking the neighborhood; especially the Reservoir across from our condo. It wasn't all fun and games though. Caleigh had some really hard days and nights that first week out of the hospital. It was a great plan to stay in town for extra time to heal.
By the time we had our clinic appointment, Caleigh was doing well enough to travel home. The trip home had its up and downs. We traveled through Skyline Drive in Virginia's Shenandoah National Park, shopped in Asheville, NC and visited Georgia's World Aquarium during the week it took us to slowly drive home. I hope to share more from these adventures soon.
Eric eagerly went back to work for the first time today. Caleigh had an eye appointment and picked out new glasses. She's been back to OT and the Chiropractor. We've had the powerchair and stander worked on and we've had lots of family visiting. My to-do list is two pages long. So we've jumped back in feet first.
Everyone is asking me how I'm doing and I really can't find a word for it. The closest thing I can think of is numb. I feel numb and much older. I look extremely tired and I know I do. I feel like we lived in a bubble of near death only to be spit out happily on the other side and expected to carry on as usual. It's surreal and numbing. Ask me a detail about our time in Boston and I probably won't remember it. My brain and my body wants to forget the pain. Where I used to store the information and tiny details, I now forget them within the week at hand. I have the worst memory. Maybe a coping mechanism? Maybe it's a symptom of PTSD? Maybe it's CTSD? It probably doesn't need a label. I hope that with time we will all get back in the groove of our lives, and slowly the Summer of 2016 will be remembered by a series of archived blog posts that I probably will never read again.
While we continue to heal and soak up what's left of the summer, I want to thank everyone for their love. Your support, prayers, gifts, cards and words of encouragement are the tools of Caleigh's success. She is one strong and incredibly brave little girl, but even the bravest of souls needs love and she could feel that from all over the world. Each moment of thought given was a major blessing. Thank you.