Well, it turns out that even Grandma was an optimist. Blaise finally got out of the hospital yesterday. He was always "getting better"; it just takes a long time for such tiny ones to get their oxygen levels up. He and Arwen are now trying to get this "normal living" thing down.
I had to come home on Friday, but Katie took my place, and Arwen's good friend Lauren flew in for a couple of days, since Bryan was already into negative vacation days. I am ever-so-slightly jealous, since they are going to get the new-baby-cuddling fun that I missed, but Camilla needed me last week, so I just need to suck it up. But I may need to go and visit again soon.
I will have a regular post up in the next day or so, but I just wanted to reassure and thank those of you who have been wondering and praying.