Ok, it’s one thing for the nurses to be joking around that they wish they weren’t about to have several days when they are off duty because they are afraid Olivia Moonpie will go home when they aren’t there to say goodbye. It’s another for the neonatologist to start talking about her going home soon.
One one hand, we’re ready for it. We have everything we need. We miss her terribly when we aren’t with her.
On the other hand…she’s still really tiny for all of her weight gain and new skills at bottle feeding. I mean, I’ve bought bags of rice from the bulk bins at the grocery store that are bigger than Olivia Moonpie.
And the nurses think I’m being funny when I ask which one of them will be coming home with us for the first week or so.
Are they sure we’re supposed to take her home before she’s five? I think I could handle a five year old. Starting to get a little panicky at the thought of having someone in the house who isn’t supposed to have been born yet. She likes her nurses and they dote on her. She’d be happy there.
Just the way they talk, I think we’re looking at coming home in 2-3 weeks although if you ask them they will only say, “It’s up to her.” But they stopped her caffeine yesterday and she’s getting every other feed from a bottle now. Once they use up the supply of the Prolacta supplement that they already have, they’ll try her on the regular cow’s milk based supplement to make sure she can handle it at home. Before I know it, they’re going to tell us to bring up her car seat for her tolerance test and to plan on rooming in for a night.
Excuse me, I think I need to go take some calming breaths for a few minutes. 😉