in for 36 hours...thankfully just a head cold

Owen was admitted at CHOP for a fever on Sunday. Turns out it is just a head cold but they will hold him 36-48 hours for observation. At this point if everything continues to go well he should get his chemo in the morning and then they will release him. Last night he was up the majority of the night, hard to sleep with all those tubes connected to your chest...but tonight he is sleeping well...and I am up. We are in the transplant wing of the main building, the closest room open to the oncology unit in which there were no rooms available Sunday night. Our window overlooks the emergency room and I am amazed by the amount of children and parents that are always in the waiting room, especially in the evenings. It is quite a busy place. I guess you get used to it but I find it super hard to sleep here, I have graded all the school work I brought with me, read a magazine and am now working on a novel Joe's mom bought for me but I am a little bored and can't wait to get out of here. The transplant wing of course is filled with patients that will be here for a while. Their doors and windows are colorfully decorated with their names and well wishes. Like I said I guess you get used to staying here...but after 24 hours I start to get a little stir crazy. Aimee always laughs because she is such a home body and she says that I love to be on the go. I tend to try and argue with her, I like to be at home, but that isn't really true. Even in the summer when I am not working, the boys and I are constantly moving. There was about 3-4 days in July when the truck was being worked on and I figured we would just hang at home, not go anywhere...but Joey and I must have pushed Owen in the jogger stoller over 6 miles those days walking down into town for coffee and bagels and to the pool. I am pretty sure I am also raising boys to be just like me...Joey loves a plan (what are we doing next) and Owen in a low gutteral voice asks for the truck or lately "car" each morning. I get why Aimee loves being at home and Becky's ( a close friend that lives in Erie) life of a slower pace has always appealed to me but I just can't seem to do it...So Owen and I are ready to bust on out of here. He has gotten pretty good at saying door, car and bye-bye to the nurses that are in and out of the room. I love including pictures on the blog and I obviously have no way of doing that tonight...but I took a sweet shot of Owen in his cage like crib...can't wait to spring him outta here...