J came home.

J is home again. He has considerable anemia and is being treated for it with epogen, which seems to be working. He will be followed by a visiting nurse tomorrow, the pediatrician on Tuesday, and the hemotologist on Friday. This will continue for a while, I think. He will also have to follow up with the endocrinologist if some of his tests are still coming back borderline. I'm glad we discovered that his anemia was bad, because anemia that exceeds the typical levels for babies and premies can put strain on the heart if left untreated. He's already developed a little heart murmur because of his anemia, although no one is too concerned about it. We are glad to have him home, and rather than resting on our laurels or worrying too much about the future, we are staying in the present and concentrating on loving and helping him feel better. And it's the perfect time of year for such a quiet celebration. Having my new family together after being scared to my wit's end finds a perfect complement in the holiday season's joyful songs, pretty decorations, and above all its hopeful, humble, and grateful messages.