And I'm glad for that.
Owen did fantastic.
He barely cried when separated from me, he was great through all the poking and prodding, and he did great with all the therapy.
The doctors and therapists here seem great and I really feel like we're in the right place.
I met with several different specialists throughout the day and they have some big goals for my lil' man.
They squashed my hopes of going home earlier than 4 or 5 weeks, but that's okay.
We're here and we're going to do what we need to do.
A lot of kids come here and the main goal is to get them on a large variety of pureed foods with different tastes. Because Owen is allergic to most foods, our goal is to get him to eat more advanced and textured foods that his body will actually accept.
They also noticed that his mouth is very "low tone" and he doesn't know how to use his tongue correctly, so tomorrow we start the hard work. I think he's up for it though. He's one tough kid.
And in case you're wondering?
Yes, he's still smiling tonight.
Go Owen, go.