After a bit of a wrangle with some arrogance and the aid of an amazing nurse, we got TJ sprung from the hospital last night. He has been home about 24 hours or 27 Spongebob episodes. Sure enough, home cooking (not Mom's) saved the day. He gobbled down steamed eggs Chinese style, sesame-paste-filled rice balls and a squeezable snack called jelly-juice from the Asian market, then more of the same and still more. He's a little grumpy and awfully imperious after his reign in the hospital, and he says he's bored, but he keeps eying a gummi Krabby Patty his sister brought home. It's so nice to see him eating and drinking again.
Last night, the first thing he did after the car ride home was to vomit. Oh no. We kept him quiet and it didn't happen again. We started thinking that perhaps that miraculous Tylenol with codeine really was at fault for upsetting his stomach. We called the doctor and asked if we could switch to plain Tylenol. That seems to work just fine, and his tummy has been in good shape since then.
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