Last night? Much betta.
Every morning the nurse comes in and writes down your nurse, clinical assistant and goal for the day on your white board. The last couple of days, I’ve been filling in that “goal” part. Just as I jotted down “go home”, our nurse practioner walked in and smiled. They were happy with Luke’s progress and wanted to see him have a couple more good feedings and then, in Tammie’s words, “we would be going home.” Praise God.
I was still anxious because Luke was just snacking and only eating for about 5 minutes every hour. I even paged the lactation consultant to come by, observe and offer some suggestions. That brought me some peace of mind. We had one of favorite nurses, Dave, today. He had Luke on Friday when he was so whacked out with pain. He kept telling us what a different baby Luke was…agreed and agreed.
Just before noon we got “the word” and I quite nearly jumped out of my not-so-skinny post-partum pants. After a few housekeeping items and a call to a friend to come pick us up we were packing up Room 314. Dr. Meyer even stopped by to send us off. He’s a funny man, that one. He saw me toting the car seat into the room and asked what I needed that for. My response?
“I’m kidnapping a baby or walking out with your permission. Either way, Luke is headed home.”
That got a well-deserved laugh. It took a friend, three nurses and me to carry out Luke and our mammoth supply of pumped breastmilk. This kid is set for life on the milk front. I have so much I may have to donate it to the milk bank!
Home. What a simple, yet awesome place to be. Tomorrow when I’m not so sleep deprived I’ll offer my reflection on this latest saga, this awesome experience with Luke. Tonight, though, I have a hungry baby, sweet husband and a really comfortable bed calling my name…