Collin did fantastic with his lumbar puncture this morning. Afterward, they took what looked like about a quart of blood from his PICC line, took a urine sample (the urine bag was faulty and they couldn't wait without corrupting the data, so they had to do a catheter - I think it bothered Kyle more than Collin), and then let him eat for a while so they could take some more blood to compare to the fasting blood samples. Watching them pull his PICC line out was like something from a sci-fi movie - all of that white tubing coming out of his little arm - but he was once again much more upset by the tape than the procedure itself. We also got the reading from his EEG yesterday; it was generally abnormal, but nothing that really stood out. Still no hypsarrhythmia, which is great. Honestly, abnormal brainwaves don't worry me very much. I know at least one very bright person who has an abnormal EEG.
And then we were out of there. Much like the rest of our visit in Cincinnati, the discharge happened so fast that we felt a little thrown off. As the nurse was doing Collin's last procedure, she told us that she had the paperwork all ready for us to sign as soon as she was done. We were gone in fifteen minutes, stopped by the farm to pick up the carload of junk we had left there, and headed home.
I know I've said it before, but I cannot emphasize enough how sweet it is to come home after a stay in the hospital, no matter how productive a visit it was. We kind of wandered around in a stupor all afternoon and didn't get much done, but we enjoyed it immensely and started getting ready for bed before 8:00. Collin made it very clear that he was thrilled to be home. He kept his eyes open, talked to us, laughed at our jokes, and then passed out as soon as we laid him down. I'm looking forward to a much-needed night of good sleep, followed by a weekend of as little activity as possible.