Medically Complex and the Stories of Our Lives

Back for Biopsy Late Monday morning my in-laws had arrived from Indiana to stay with our daughters while we were once again contained in the hospital with Rhyse.  Thank God for family. Checking back into the hospital is no easy task when you had just checked out three days prior.  Rhyse was frantic and unwilling to be taken out of his stroller, screaming and shaking from fear.  The minute we arrived on the tenth floor he was ready to fight tooth and nail to get back on the elevators.  He pointed at the doors with all he was worth, and it was a wretched feeling pulling him in the opposite direction. By the time we arrived on the tenth floor the entire staff had heard about Rhyse’s bout with the IVs a few days prior, and everyone was nervous about repeating the incident. I did, however, take great comfort in being on the tenth floor—my ‘second home’ since Rhyse’s birth.  If there’s anywhere in the 12 story building I feel most comfortable and encouraged and loved, it’s on the h