He stopped needing morphine between doses of Ibuprofen, and he regained his appetite and his sense of humor.
Our parents all came to visit, and Harry scored some serious presents-- magic tricks galore and a couple of really cool Lego sets, plus balloons. Ben and I took turns hanging at home and the hospital. Dorothy was not allowed to sleep on the PICU, so she and I did days, and Ben stayed overnight.
I pretty much sat on the couch in Harry's room and fed the baby. It was all nipples all the time unless she happened to be cool with the nursing cover, which I started using after Harry's teacher and librarian showed up because you never know who's going to pop into your room.