It took some serious begging and the absolute promise that we would go no further than the hotel across the street for the night, but they discharged us. We'll keep an eye on him for the evening, and as long as he looks and is acting fine in the morning, we'll be home before lunch.
WOOO HOOO.
Can I tell you how ridiculously impossible it is to get a 2 year old to lie absolutely still for SIX HOURS post-cath? Or how thrilled I am that we had a nurse who caved into our requests for a wagon to wheel him around in? Or how wonderful the staff was when we snuck into the patient bathroom with a flashlight to entertain Sammy for just a few more minutes?
Do I need to even begin to tell you how happy I am to be in the hotel and to have the cath behind us?
My name is erika-renee, but call me eka - pronounced "eh-ka." I'm suddenly somehow 32, though I still love pigtails and overalls and silly, happy things. I live north of Boston, and I'm happily married to 
I'm a mama!
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