Michael's Second Hospital Stay

So, I'm going to continue our story where we left off. Michael came home March 14th from his first hospital stay. On March 20th, he was inconsolable. He cried, and cried, and cried.... I made the observation that he didn't even cry this much when he was in the hospital getting poked and pricked left and right. I knew something had to be wrong. I checked his incision and he had yellowish, redish drainage oozing from it (kinda gross really). We took him to the ER at Children's.
When we got there, we checked in and told them what was going on. After about half an hour or so, they came and got us and took us to a room off of the waiting room. They didn't want Michael in the waiting room with all the sick kids since he had "an open sore". We waited for several hours but we eventually got into a room. They swabbed Michael's incision to test it for infection and traced around the redness. The doctor said that it was definitely infected without running any tests. They told us that he would need to be readmitted for IV antibiotics. Michael wasn't even a month old. This is what his incision looked like at this point (caution it's not too pretty):

The nurses started trying to find a good vein to put in an IV. My poor baby had been poked and pricked so many times that they couldn't find ANYWHERE to put an IV. They asked me if I opposed to putting the IV in his head. I told them it was fine if it was the only other place. And so....

They put it in his head... Once they got the IV in and all set they took us up to our room. This is what Michael looked like at his point:

He ended up having a staph infection. As if having a baby who had open heart surgery less than a month ago wasn't enough of a nightmare, my sweet baby boy now had a staph infection. I never knew my heart could take so much pain in such a short amount of time. 

Over the course of 9 days, Michael slowly got better. The IV in his head failed after a couple days of antibiotics and so the poking and pricking to put in a new IV began all over again. I'm very happy to say that they didn't put it in his head again. This is what his incision looked like after his antibiotics:

Much better!!!! Michael finally came home on March 29th. We were all so happy to have him home. 

Alas, I am out of time for now. I will finish updating our story when I can. Thank you all for reading!!