Lucky 27!

Do you have any lucky numbers? Whenever we go to Vegas (hah, those days seem like a lifetime ago!) I always play 27 and Abe plays 22, our lucky numbers. Yesterday I realized that Santi's surgery was on our 22nd day here and that today would be our 27th day. I told Abe, "I bet we go home tomorrow!, it's day 27!" Not wanting to jinx us, we kept that thought to ourselves.

This morning, everyone who came to our room just spewed that four letter word all over the place. H-O-M-E!

Santi has been off oxygen for the past 24 hours and doing great breathing on his own. His sats linger around 78-82. I had the pleasure of taking off his nasal cannula this morning. It felt ceremonious. He's been on oxygen for his entire life, literally. He looked at me, I looked at him and I could just see relief all over his face. I covered his cheeks in kisses.

Homie home home, we're going HOME!!