How the boy is doing

Mr. Triumph and I have been tag team parenting this weekend - he stayed with Ty, and I went home. My bed never feels so comfy as when I return from sleeping at the hospital. The only problem? Mr. Triumph wasn't next to me - I've grown very accustomed to his presence. It just doesn't feel right without him there, and it throws a big 'ol wrench into my sleep. I just have to read myself to sleep. I guess the only reason I can sleep at the hospital is because the bed is only 2 feet wide - it just wouldn't be right to squeeze him on there with me - I don't even think it's physically possible.

Ty did really well over the weekend. I can't believe how much the swelling in his face has gone down. His feet are still tight, fluid-filled - like over-ripe roma tomatoes. The othorpedic fellow removed his surgical dressing, and his scar, although long, looks mah-velous! His abdomen is still swollen and his bladder is on strike, but he is doing remarkably well. The fever has disappeared. Tomorrow, he is transferring to a different hospital and we expect him to be able to go him on Thursday or Friday.

Thanks again for all your prayers and well wishes, they mean so much.