Ten weeks, two days.
The hospital always moves painfully slowly, but even more so on the weekend. The doctors who are on duty are wary to make big changes or decisions, in addition to their standard amount of nervousness about sending a baby home for the first time.
But despite a nasty 36 hours of crankiness and gassiness and almost NO sleeping from Miss E, by Saturday morning she was back to her usual calm self. Incisions looked good, tolerating feeds well. All the boxes had been checked.
When the poor, lowly intern came in and said the team was “on the fence” about discharging her on Sunday, I restrained myself from biting her head straight off. We made our case, firmly. We pulled the mother-in-law card – she is staying with us right now and has 25 years under her belt as a pediatric ICU nurse. And you bet your ass I pulled the Mother’s Day card.
Finally, at 5PM Sunday, we left.
She is home.