He just wanted to go home. But, they couldn't discharge him until they saw that he was OK enough to take in liquids on his own in order to stay hydrated. During recovery, I was able to put him on my lap in a rocking chair next to his bed. I had brought along a big Dr. Seuss book - filled with a bunch of his favorite stories -including the Sneetches and Horton Hears a Who - and I read it to him cover to cover. This, did not make him HAPPY but it kept him occupied and quiet.
This is Kevin trying to make Owen laugh by showing him what his sad face looked like. Nice, dad, kick him while he's down. This did not make Owen laugh, but it made me wonder.
All in all, Owen did VERY well. The staff kept remarking on what a good patient he was. He may have been sad, but he was well-behaved. He was very happy (although it may not look like it) when they told us we could go home. We put him back in his own jammies and he was ready to go.
We were discharged around 10:15 am, and Owen fell asleep on the drive home. Then he and I slept together on the couch until 1pm. When he woke up at 1pm, he was happy as a lark, as if nothing had even happened. His energy level and happiness only grew as the day wore on. He was blessed with a get well goody bag from Grandma Carol and Grandpa Don, in which there was this puzzle that he enjoyed putting together (all by himself! He's so smart!), Nee Nee sent over a goody bag with pop-sicles and a Thomas sticker book, my parents & Aunt Dee stopped by with pop-sicles and ice cream, and my sister and her family stopped by to give hugs. Owen ate up all the attention.
I'm so proud of my little trooper.