Today is my LAST day here at the hospital. It's been exactly 6 weeks of me being here. It should be a joyous occasion, yet as I sit here and type this I am sad. Having to leave Emily behind makes me want to cry. Honestly, if insurance would cover it ... I would stay if I could. Ironic isn't it?
There are many things I am going to miss along with others that I won't. Let's start with the what I will miss. First and foremost, the people. All of the nurses here have been just wonderful. They love their jobs and are such caring individuals, my time here was THAT much better because of them. The "room service" ... when I say room service I am speaking of the being waited on hand and foot, lol. The ability to make a phone call and order food, water, towels, or whatever else I needed at the time. The cleanliness of my room. House keeping came to clean my room every day ... sheets were changed every 3rd day ... definitely not going to be the case when I get home. The "movable" bed. Not the mattress or the comfort factor of the bed, but it's ability to move up and down and tilt in every which way I wanted. The hanging portable TV. Although NOT big at all, it was very handy to be able to maneuver it to what ever position I wanted it to be in. And lastly, the automatic paper towel dispenser and the bench in the shower. At home I am going to have to stand! Wah!
On to what I will NOT miss. The food. At first I thought ... hmmm the food here isn't really that bad. I probably would have stuck with that assessment had I been here just for the delivery, so say max 5 days. But since I was here for so long, I am changing my mind on that. The monitoring, the bed rest and being stuck in my room, and the limited TV channels and lack of things to do.
So they day went by pretty darn fast. I woke up rather early just because I had to pump at 6:30am and then couldn't really fall back asleep. My nurse was in before 8am with my pain medicine and a brief game plan on how the day would go. Few papers to go over and sign, continue pumping and walking around the hospital, and that was pretty much it. We could get discharged anytime we wanted to and had the room till 7pm.
Shortly after that Dr. Teagle stopped by and removed my staples. To my surprise, it didn't really hurt. She put on these mini bandages that should last about two weeks. She also came with my medicine prescriptions ... The good stuff and the motrin. Both with one refill each. We talked about my stay at the hospital and how everything went as well as it could for my situation. I don't know what it was but before I knew it I was crying like a baby. Was this the beginning of postpartum? Let's hope not. She said for people who went through what I went through ... The extended hospital stay, the stress and worrying, and now the premature baby in the NICU ... It is actually more common to have a little postpartum when finally returning back to reality.
Brad came around 9am and started packing up the last of my stuff. We went to the 9:30 feeding together. Emily is doing great. With no IV and an open crib, she is on her way out of the hospital much sooner then anticipated. She still has a borderline billi level and will be monitored and tested daily. If needed they I'll put her under the lights. Nursing has been going really well and I have very high hopes, fingers crossed.
Back at the room my nurse went over all of my discharge papers and I signed a bunch of things. Pretty much we were all set. We went out for lunch. I am not sure if I was allowed to leave since I wasn't officially discharged yet, but shhhh!
It felt weird being outside. There wasn't sun, but there was a slight breeze. Oddly the car ride is what got to me. Not sure why, but I got car sick. Luckily we didn't go far for our Erik's sandwiches and I was back before anyone noticed I was gone.
@ 3:30 feeding all was still the same with Emily's status. Still watching her billi levels and hoping she can come home on Sunday.
Finally, the time had arrived and I checked out of the hospital at 4 something. I had to be pushed out in the wheel chair, lol. Even if I could walk. Most of the nurses were MIA at the time, so I didn't really get to say good bye. Patti one of the volunteers dropped me off right at our car. *sigh* Sad yet happy, we left the hospital.
We went to pick up Tyler, then we went to target and babies r us to get a few things in the event Emily came home tomorrow. Then it was off to HOME HOME.
OMG, I got a wonderful greeting from Hoku! She was SO excited to see me. Panting, wagging her tail, trying to engage me with her new Halloween bat toy. I had to keep her from hitting my scar with her muzzle because she kept trying to smell me. Ahhh, how nice to be missed.
It was nice to be home. But I immediately didn't like the STAIRS. hahaha, I'm sure it will be much better a few days from now ... but now it sucks. And my bed ... ahhhhh, the first thing I got to do in it was pump. :( How sad is that. Everything is set up for pumping every 3 hours and it looks like it will work out nicely.
We went to eat Japanese food for dinner and the rest of the night was pretty much how I expected it for the most part. Took a shower ... pumped, did some things in the nursery, got Tyler to sleep ... sorta with Brad having to lay with him.
Had a bit of the blues ... still hoping it's the damn hormones. But its a suddenly back to reality check, who could blame me. Good night!
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