
Another week down, I have been stuck in the hospital for 15 days, 12 days left and counting. Last night Tate, my mom and Amy came to the hospital. We went down stairs and had ice cream, after about 45 minutes in the gift shop Tate finally picked out a horse painting thing. He was such a good boy he did not even cry when he left. Grandma bribed him with the hot tub, but whatever works.