It is Sunday night. I have dinner heating on the stove, thanks to a friend from church. My kids are out playing in mud, dug up courtesy of Nala, put somewhat back in place today by me and Jori. I went to see Darin this afternoon. I think finally knowing the results of the scan have relieved a lot of stress from him. We are so thankful there is NO sign of bleeding anywhere, not even any of the blood from the first scan. He is still experiencing head pain, which is worse with loud, or even semi loud noise, light, and movement, but no blood is still great news. We are hopeful he will be able to come home on Tuesday.
When we first heard he would be released Tuesday, I think both of us thought "Good, and then it will be life as usual", but we have quickly realized that it is going to take a little while for things to get back to normal. Darin is tired. He is able to get up and walk around a bit, but the effort wears him out. We managed a bath this afternoon, hauling hot water from a sink in one room to the tub down the hall in another (we had good practice with that at our house!!). He was so happy to finally soak and it felt so good on his back, but he sent me a message a while ago saying he wouldn't be able to stay awake for supper. He was barely awake when he left the message!
Tyson and Jori have big plans for their dad when he gets home: helping with math homework, building a basketball hoop, putting together a dog house, watching movies, and just having dad around to talk to. I have been trying to prepare them for a daddy who will need some time to get back his strength, a daddy who cannot handle loud noises or a lot of activity, a daddy who is going to need space and quiet and time to heal.
We are just going to have to learn to take it easy, to work on our communication, to find ways to keep the kids occupied, and to just keep trusting and taking things one day at a time. Thank you all for your prayers so far, please don't stop now!