Home is where the heart is

The peak of hospital efficiency has passed; the more we stay here, the worse we feel.  Hugo spent a couple nights in NICU before the staff felt comfortable letting him out.  His blood culture didn't show any serious oddities and his antibiotics were completely administered.  Last night, we were all reuinited in "our room" for a fairly peaceful night.  Amy was supposed to be discharged by midnight but ended up "needing" observation for a little longer because her blood pressure is high.  In my unprofessional opinion, anyone who has spent 9 months gestating, 5 days contracting, undergone a surgery, and then heard that their first-born son might be sick should have an elevated blood pressure.  What I would prescribe is a calm ride home and sleep, sleep, eat, sleep for a week straight.  Hugo is on the verge of being discharged and is napping a bunch with Ma in the meantime.  We were glad to show up here and we'll be even happier to get the "all clear" signal!

"our room" with a view

 

I just ran into a buddy down the hall whose wife is presently in labor.  I'm starting to feel like I live here and need to greet people!  Seeing him reminds me of where we were at just a week ago.  A week ago, going on six months!  All in due time--the important part of the equation is that both mother and child (although distressed) are in fine health.  Nothing some rest, nutrition, and calm won't fix!