10) coming home . . .

Wil was released from the hospital April 21st. We were there for roughly 100 days or three and half months. I stayed in Indianapolis, two and a half hours away from our home by myself. Bryan had to go back to work within days of Wil being born. Saige wasn't able to be in the NICU, so for the first time in his life he had to be babysat. Saige was around two at the time. I was only able to see Bryan and Saige on the weekends. We had an outrageous telephone bill and that was the year that gas prices started to rise. We were fortunate enough to stay at the Ronald McDonald House, what a blessing that was. During my stay I met some wonderful people that I will never forget and wish that I stayed in contact with them better. The seperation was hard on my already difficult marriage, my two year old hated me - thinking that I abandoned him, and my baby was no more attached to me than a stranger. When we were able to go home I was sooooo glad. I just wanted back our normal lives. LOL Little did I know . . . nothing would ever be normal again!

The picture above is of Wil a few days after he came home. The black is where the skin graft is falling off because the new skin is forming. He was such a cutie. He'd sleep the whole night thru and hardly ever cried. He loved to cuddle. Not much has changed, Wil is still a cutie, he sleep's the whole night thru, and he's daddy and mommy's cuddle bug. If you want to chill and watch a movie, Wil is the guy. Of course he does cry more often now, usually when he doesn't get his way or he is fighting with his brother's. LOL