Kol is likely to be discharged on Thursday morning, and I feel practically giddy about it. I went to WalMart to pick up a few things after leaving the hospital Wednesday night, and all I could think was "My boy is coming home!" and wander around with a goofy grin on my face. OK, so I often walk around with some sort of goofy expression on my face, but there was a definite undercurrent of joy behind this goofy look.
Tentatively, we're planning on staying in Saskatoon at Mom and Dad's for Thursday night - I managed to get an appointment for Kol with my naturopath on Thursday afternoon, so it would be nice to be able to relax and spend some time as a family together again outside of the hospital without having to go through the hassle of getting everybody packed up right away and trying to get back home to Outlook before it gets too late. Ulla and her girls came up from Regina Tuesday night as well, so it will also give us more opportunity to spend time with them.
There are still big decisions to be made regarding ongoing treatment for Kolbjorn, but right now I can only think one thought - my boy is coming home, and that makes me feel happy.