Trained!

We have been trained. Saturday I had to spend 8 hours alone with Gracie proving that I was competent to manage all aspects of my daughter's care. I even had to load her into her cart with her travel ventilator and take her for a walk around the hospital. Today was Deb's turn. I am assuming she handled it much better than I did. I was looking a little frazzled by day's end, but she looked as cool as a cucumber. I was sweating, covered with spit-up and smelling vaguely of sour breast milk. Deb smelled like victory. (She also loves the smell of napalm in the morning - in case that reference slipped by you).
No official going home date. Hopefully soon.