We are home, and resting quite comfortably.
Our nurse pushed a wagon down into the lobby with all of our stuff so that Andrew could walk Violet in to come pick us up, since the porcine mania keeps her from going anywhere else in the building.
It was so good to see her.
I may have to dissappear for four days again, just to get a reception like that from my toddler, who hugged me and kissed me and sat on my lap for almost three whole minutes without squirming.
Anyway we are home. All is well.
