Maggie's coming home tomorrow (Wednesday), for good - one day ahead of schedule only really it's well over 100 days behind. And, to be honest, because she's been home more often than in the hospital for the past three weeks it all feels a bit anti-climactic. Not at all like the nerve-wracking, overwhelming day when we brought Alice home - because she'd never been home before and Maggie has, loads. So now, as if there wasn't enough to make me feel sad about Maggie, I feel sad for her about this too. That her official 'home' day is pretty much just like any other of the past month.
Maybe I won't tell her - I could always get Paul to photoshop in some banners and balloons and rewrite this little chapter of her little history.
I feel a bit sad for us too, that after four and a half months this isn't a bigger deal, a more dramatic moment. At the discharge meeting on Monday our consultant kept saying what a big step this was - which pretty much shows how out of the picture he is because he wasn't aware at all of the amount of time we were spending with Maggie at home. We've been doing the big step for weeks.
Then again, four and a half months ago this day was never going to happen, and it has. That is a big deal - and a big triumph for our little Maggie. Well done, lovely girl - and welcome home!