Crazy days ahead

Sorry about not having a post last night. Yesterday was kind of crazy. It started the night before we found out that Ashley would be getting released from the hospital, which is great news. The only thing is that we had nowhere to put our things. See, when I drove up here on Monday, I drove my mom’s vehicle. That left me without a ride. Ashley’s family brought two rigs up, but we had them take both of them home because we were told we would be getting a room at the Ronald McDonald house for a while. That came from the social worker, who I’ve learned not to trust. She said that she would get us room at the house like it was that easy. When one of our nurses came in the other day she asked if we filled out all the paper work that was needed to go to the house, or if we have checked the list to see how far down we were. That was when the panic button was pushed. Ash and I looked around our room saw all the beautiful flower arrangements, candy arrangements, and what was left our edible fruit arrangement. Then we took a look at bags, clothes, medicines, and other needed materials scattered throughout the room. She looked at me and for the first time sheded a sad tear. I looked back and told her everything was going to be fine, my mom had came back up to visit and volunteered to stay the night so we would have some where to put our clothes. One of the nurses had told Ashley about the Ronald McDonald rooms up on the 4th floor and told us to check about the availability with our social worker. I went up to the social workers floor asked her about the room and she gave me a number to call and told me they would have all the paper work that I would need to fill out. This was also the night before we were getting released from the hospital so nothing could even happen ‘til the next day. Woke up from no sleep at all that night, called the social worker back, called the rooms upstairs and none of them even started till 9 a.m. or 9:30 a.m., and we needed to be out by 11. All came out good when we got the call that we would be able to stay the night. They had a lot of rules to go over, no food or drinks in the rooms, couldn’t put anything in your room until 5 at night and had to have everything out of the room by 10 the next morning, had to strip the linens off the bed, had quiet time from 8 at night till 9 in the morning, and it was just overwhelming.
This day was the least that we had seen of the boys, it was hard, but it was good for them. They were able to stay under their lights that much more. Ash, my mom, and I decided to go see what the world was like again. Ashley needed some big girl cloths now that she was done with the hospital gowns. So where did we go, Wal-Mart. Oh it was the best place ever. Not really but it had some cheap clothes that Ashley could lounge around in. We really didn’t have time to pack her a wardrobe. We did have a bag ready but not for this encounter. Our joyride lasted a couple hours; we had some friends come up Mike and Lindsey Roughton, and had a good visit. Today Ashley is with the boys and I am watching our stuff until her parents and brother get up here. They are going to leave us a vehicle for the time being and visit with the boys. Oh ya the boys. They are still doing well; Braylon is up to getting fed every three hours now. They are giving him drips into the mouth and he seems to be taking to that very good. Kaden’s biliruben was doing better; it was a little higher over the night but went back down, our strong little guy still trucking. Everything else with them has been fine and hopefully we will hear more progressive news today.

The bed that Ash and I had to share at the Ronald McDonald Rooms, not ideal for anyone, let alone after a major surgery.