Today was the anticipated day of departure...but true to form, Ben decided that he wasn't leaving. (I'm thinking it's the cute nurses) His little apnea (tantrums) spells yesterday bought him another night in the PICU. What's one more, right? I've seen the trees turn colors and lose their leaves in the amount of time that we've been here. I've watched the helium balloons that were delivered to our room in the first days here slowly deflate. I've seen nurses go on vacations and come back...only to find that we are still here. It's been a long stay and it's time to go home. Tomorrow the DHART (transport) team will take Ben via the big green ambulance. There is a whole CREW coming to my house. It's a little overwhelming. But atleast we'll be home.