As soon as I said the word "home", Liam proved me an idiot again. On Sunday PM she started experiencing mysterious pain again. Her belly and feet are puffed up with liquids. She didn't sleep all night, no matter how much relaxing meds they pumped into her or how exhausted she was. I heard her through the phone crying, screaming from pain, and my heart ached. I was unable to help her or Rachel.
Eventually, after many many hours of suffering, she surrendered to the drugs accumulating in her exhausted little body and fell into a deeeeeeeeep sleep. Anyway, discharge was postponed for the time being.
Home care
As mentioned earlier, if/when Liam makes it home, it won't be because she's any better, but because they can't help her any more in the hospital. But caring for her at home won't be easy. In the hospital the nurses and techs are doing everything. At home this plus a lot more will be our responsibility. And when I say "our" I really mean Rachel's, most of the time.
But there's another important aspect of leaving the hospital. Today I asked Rachel why Liam is puffed up again, why the pain. I didn't expect any answer out of knowledge, since nobody really knows the answer to those questions. But Rachel told me this: the more you stay in the hospital, the more "stuff" you get. The nurses keep repeating this mantra a lot. So the hope is that at home Liam will pep up somewhat.
Deep thoughts
Men, who live with two or more women in the house, should be exempt from folding laundry. I mean, what is this piece of clothing? Is it a blouse, it it an undergarment? How do you wear it? How do you fold it?
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