Julie is home. It's like she never left. She looks great, with good color and high spirits. I had a text from a friend who didn't know about the surgery who saw her today at the UofU from a distance that read "I saw her today and never would have guessed she just had that surgery." Even her PT today told her "You are not the same girl who was post op 10 days ago!"
Tonight, I saw her go to take her oxygen canula off tonight when we were getting ready for bed and said, "Did you just try to take off your ghost canula??" She laughed in her what is currently a weak but cute laugh and said, "Yes. I have been doing it all day." I find myself looking to not kink her tubing in the door when I close doors throughout our house. At 6:00 am this morning when the boys were stirring I wasn't anticipating her walking to the bathroom. Before, her tubing required her to go through our den next to our room and into the hall opening two doors. This always wakes the boys up and since they were one month old, guess who's been getting to take care of them at night and in the morning? THIS GUY. I'm used to it now, but I react the way most moms do when their kids stir too early in the morning or in the middle of the night, I open my eyes wide and at times spring out of bed. My point is, she didn't have to walk that way. She was able to go around opening only one door on the other side of the house from their room and I got to snooze.
This picture was taken with my phone but its a bit of a momento. It's Julie's BiPAP, Humidifier and one of her nebulizers. We can say goodbye to the BiPAP and to this particular neb. We are starting to see the fruits of what many of you call, life. Free from machines and devices (ironically of which I sell for a living). Despite how much these devices and meds have carried Julie, we are glad to be rid of them. After all, what woman wants to look at that mess on her night stand?