Friday, February 26...Abigail Goes Home

Friday began with Abigail finally going to sleep at 5:30am ..watching the 5am news, I knew from the weather my parents may not make it to our house in time. I was right...at 7:30ish I got a picture from Todd of Adam sitting at his desk with a ba-ba looking at the computer. My parents live in bum-fudge and it took them a long time to dig out...they picked Adam up at Butlerville 9-ish.

I showered and waited for the doctor to come by again and for Abigail to wake up...Dr. Liepke the pediatrician had stopped by the morning before and assured me that her health was good...no affects on her respiratory system from the gestational diabetes and from the Strep B i apparently had percolating in my system. When he came by around 9, he assured me all was well, but I would have to wait until 3:30pm to leave as it was officially 48 hours after birth. And that was the rule if they are exposed to Strep B. Then a nurse told me I could leave and after much back and fourth, with Todd waiting to hear when he was supposed to get me, it was established that I would have to wait.

It was a long day and when Todd arrived around 2pm, I was ready to go even though it was early. Hey, what were they going to do, stop me? After a half-miserable nurse got us discharged, we were headed out the door...me forcing Todd to let me take a picture (he has learned its best not to fight it, I'll get my shot!!!). They wouldn't let me go out the entrance Todd parked at (I can't stand policies for the sake of having them...) so the nurse walked me and Abbey to wait at the "main entrance" while Todd brought the car around.

The sun was shining and it felt like I had been in the hospital forever. As we drove across the bridge, Todd fielding phone calls as every truck seemed to break on him that day, I found myself so anxious to see Adam. As we turned onto 6th St., I felt a well of emotion I hadn't expected. Todd told me to wait for him so he could see Adam's face, but I misheard him and started running toward the front door. But he caught up and we walked in together.

Adam was in his room being changed by my mom, who appeared to be oblivious that we were waiting in the living room as she took what seemed to be forever...then Adam saw us and tried to jump up well the diaper was half on. I went over and picked him...he started talking fast and hard and wanted to get down. He started running all around the house telling me at the top of his lungs everything that happened (I think that's what he was doing!). He could not be stopped!


My parents left and eventually Adam figured out there was another baby there. She slept the first couple hours at home having been lulled to sleep by the short car ride...exhausted probably from her lack of sleep in the hospital. Anyhow, Adam started crying and climbing on me the first time I nursed her...he did show some love to her later that night as he thrust his sippy cup towards her well she sat in her carseat.

It felt good to be home and although the nurse said not to lift up anything bigger than my newborn, Adam had other ideas. I gave him his bath and he was happy to have his mommy at his beck and call again :) Todd told me that Adam didn't want him to do all the things I usually do with him while he was in the bath earlier in the week...playing with his toys, reading The Rainbow Fish. Although I had wanted Adam to be as happy as he could while I was gone, it was nice to know (because I'm human!) that Adam likes some things with just his Mommy :) And I was so glad I didn't have surgery as it would have made the transition so much harder if I had had to heal from that.

I was exhausted and sore but it felt like our home was how it was always meant to be...and I was so happy to be with my whole family in our home.