Back in the saddle... er ...stroller.

What's the big deal?

I'm just going for a walk with my Mom and Dad to get Indian food.

Heart surgery? Ancient history.

Yes. Unbelievably Jacob and his patched up heart is back home and largely back to his little Jacob self. A little fussy today and still lovin' the hit of Tylenol every four hours but good, good, good.

All three of us slept like rocks last night. We all needed it.







Our departure from the hospital wasn't without some drama over a wayward formula delivery (long story) but we finally made it out about 7pm (see Dad run).

Not, of course, without a sponge bath (Jacob, not Dad) from one of his favorite nurses. Lucky little boy. Which he didn't enjoy at all...

Amazing that his little body was so covered in medical what-not only a week ago. But here we are... all de-lined with only a few bruises and stitches as remnants. And under that tough guy chest scar is a stronger heart and much happier lungs.  Precious baby heart and lungs. Yay for you!

We're not quite done. We have to stay on the yucky (per Jacob) exotic formula for at least another week. Follow up with the cardiologist is next Monday and we will know then how the treatment for the Chylothorax is going (hopefully gone). But we did get an echo on Monday before we left and they said his heart looks great... so that was awesome news.

Now to settle back into life, continue to recover quietly at home, and enjoy the normalcy of coming back from a walk with run-of-the-mill baby spit up (remember: yucky formula) all over me and Jacob.