The last few days have been filled with much waiting - waiting for doctors to come give updates, waiting for trips to get X-rays and ultrasounds, and waiting for Hudson to get better. Yesterday his blood levels were good enough that the doc told us Hudson could start eating food - we started with cheerios, and he LOVED them. He was like a kid in the candy store - big grin on his face, kicking his feet with joy. We tried getting him to eat a variety of things the rest of the day, and last night they took him off the catheter that has been giving him the nutrients he's needed the last 10 days. It was amazing to sleep through the night without all the wires, cables and machines keeping us from getting a good night's rest.
The night before that, Hudson had woken up with a fever and the chills, and none of us got very much sleep. We were worried that the surgery had done something else to his insides, possibly setting the entire recovery process back a few steps. However, when he was able to eat and drink, play and walk around more comfortably, we were hopeful he would still be getting better.
We also got our pathology report back yesterday, and the result of what the mass was in his body. It turned out that he did not (we had pretty much figured it out by then) have the strange parasite they had originally been concerned about. The mass was not cancer, not a tumor, and not caused by a parasite. It was an inflamed mass, most likely caused by a blow to the stomach of some kind. The doctors say this could happen from just about anything - falling too hard on something, something bumping him in just the right spot, or trauma caused from something worse. Because there was a risk that something else in his body could have been damaged, we did a CT scan of his brain, and a full body x-ray to check bones. All that came back fine, though we are still going to remain extra cautious of those who watch our baby. We may never know exactly what happened and when, but we will DEFINITELY be more aware of this kind of behavior in the future, should something like this every happen again. We hope it doesn't - to anyone.
The last 12 days have certainly been some of the most trying moments in my life, if not the most. Waiting for Hudson while in surgery, holding him down time after time for exams, x-rays, etc., watching him have to recover from anesthesia, be in pain, and not be able to be the little boy he is, was totally horrible. At times it felt like we fell into a black hole, surrounded by nothing but pain and fear.
But today, all that blackness has faded, and we heard the words we have wanted to hear for what seems like forever. "You can go home." As soon as Dr. Holt said it you could almost feel the weights lift from the room. We get to go home!!!!!! Hudson's blood levels are even better today, he's eating well, playing well, and the ultrasound showed that the mass is shrinking! So with the pancreas happy and the mass smaller, we should have no problem feeding our little guy without worry. Or course we'll worry, cause we're pretty much paranoid about everything now, but at least we'll be home. And our little guy is so amazing, we know God had His hand on Hudson this entire time, so we'll do our best to rest in that assurance.
Not the 12 days "away from reality" that we would have wanted, but we've grown closer as a family, made memories, made some friends and learned some lessons, so i guess it wasn't a total loss. Now, excuse me, but i've got to pack our stuff so we can GO HOME!