Waiting to go home

We are at the Ronald McDonald house. Resting, catching up on all our lost sleep. Macsen is bathed, Jammied and out like a light in his swing. We need to wake him to give him his 5 meds due at 8 :( I dread it. He cries and gags and he's so peaceful now. He is still coughing and it still sounds very wet. It hurts him and he cries. He also is over meeting people. Like always, people here at the house remark on his cool hair and they try to talk to him. He watches them warily then cries if they get too close.
I am ready to go home. To get him comfortable and at ease again. To see the girls - missing them terribly tonight. They love it here at the RMH. They are having fun at the Cinderella Ball with their Nana. Just a few more days