Home again, home again, jiggety jig. Sorry it took me so long to update, but Claire was discharged from the hospital on Saturday. What we thought would just be a day or two turned into a TEN DAY stay! It was long, tedious, boring, but there was also a feeling of calm because we knew that she was basically ok. In fact, a few days in we were asked if we would move from the 4th floor (the main oncology area) to the overflow pod on the 3rd floor because Claire was one of the healthiest kids there and didn't need a ton of care. (A fact that she repeated to more than one visitor, so it clearly resonated with her.) It was quite a change from our past stays, when she was one of the sickest kids in the unit. As I watched some of the kids who are just a few weeks out from their transplants walking in the hall at night, after visiting hours when it is safer to come out of their rooms, I was reminded just how far Claire has come. It was very humbling. So, over the last year, Claire has spent over 14 weeks inpatient. Here are a few facts you might not know about hospital stays:
     1. You wash and sanitize your hands so much, especially in the immunocompromised unit, that your knuckles crack and bleed.
     2. Parents aren't allowed to use the bathroom in the room. The bathrooms we use are down the hall and are shared by all of the visitors. This is a pain if you drink a lot of Diet Coke in the hospital because of stress/boredom and you have to go to the bathroom several times during the night. And you should always sleep in pants. Just ask the night nurses, who often see more than they want to.
     3. Speaking of bathrooms, doctors and nurses like to see just how much you are eliminating, so Claire always has to pee and poop (excuse the potty language) in a hat placed in the toilet. This is especially annoying when you are being given Miralax and Cenna to help your bowels REALLY work.
    4. Therapy animals are awesome.
    5. At Primary Children's Hospital there is a Ronald McDonald house within the hospital, and very kind families and organizations volunteer to come and prepare meals for families there. I met one family during this stay who was from Jackson Hole, Wyoming, and they were living in the parking lot in their camper while their daughter received treatment. Free, hot meals are a blessing.
    6. There are five Pokestops at our hospital, even though I understand that they have asked to have them removed because random people are wandering into areas where they don't belong. It was fun while it lasted.
    7. Because Claire had a chest tube she couldn't shower. But in the  immunocompromised unit you are supposed to bathe every day. So, every day, I helped Claire have a sponge bath. And it wasn't weird. In fact, it was very sweet. Parents of children with serious medical issues have such a rare opportunity to give some of the most selfless service I have ever witnessed.

      A few other updates: our dear friend who was in a coma is awake! We could not be more grateful for that miracle. On two days our nurse was a beautiful young woman we knew who had a bone marrow transplant herself when she was 16. We loved getting to know her better. And my life has been changed for good as I have watched two amazing young men and their families face the end of their battles with love and grace. On the Sunday that we were inpatient, Claire and I went to the LDS church that meets at the hospital. It is a very short meeting by our church's standards, only 30 minutes, and it is filled with families, doctors, nurses, and a even few patients. I thought my emotions were pretty in check until a nurse wheeled in a five and a half year old boy. (I know his age because I asked him. He was very proud of the half.) He had an IV pole, and he was clutching a much loved stuffed dog with bandages on each of its paws. When it was time for the closing song, this little boy sat up tall in that wheelchair and sang loudly and with conviction, "I am a child of God, and He has sent me here..." It was a moment I will hold in my heart for a very long time.

     Claire with therapy dog Winston...

     and Betsey.

      One of the many times her lungs were checked in the x-ray room.

      Finishing up some yummy creme brule cake from The Baking Hive.

    This beautiful young woman went to high school with my older daughter and her husband. After her unexpected and tragic death, her family generously built Sophie's Place at PCH, a music room that is filled with joy.

    Our cute survivor nurse.

   Trying to pass the time. I believe this air hockey table was donated by one of the young men I mentioned.

     The Rainbow Horse Pokestop.

    Two of our favorite clinic nurses left this on our window while we were napping.

    Everyone was very interested in watching the radiologist pull Claire's chest tube. Dr. B said she should have charged admission.

    And this is what new baby hair looks like after ten days of sponge baths,

    I was using Claire's car for a few days, and I opened the trunk for the first time since she relapsed. I found the contents so bittersweet that I had to take a picture of the play and musical posters, a novel, and a yoga mat.

    Passing time at today's clinic visit. Her lungs looked beautiful, thanks to steroids.

    So beautiful, in fact, that we treated ourselves to a little outing at the mall.