Grandma and Grandpa Moberg jumped in the car immediately after my call to inform them that Meagan was being prepped for surgery and Aunt Carly was waiting with keys in hand for me to let her know when she could visit. While waiting for visitors to arrive the nurses checked vitals, squirted gel in Liams eyes, allowed time for Mom and Liam to bond, and pricked his little heels every half hour to an hour to check his blood sugar among other things. With the late night visitors and nurses in to check on mom and baby through the night not much sleep was to be had, in fact, Meagan may have gotten some morphine induced sleep but mine was about zilch. Not that I minded, I was stoked to watch the little guy sleep, grunt, squeak, flail around and sneeze.
Friday included getting Meagan out of bed, some relaxing, a visit from the Ed and Jess Fleming family, and pizza which is something that Meagan had been craving since she found out about the gestational diabetes (no napping, shame on us...). When it came night time we were both over tired from not sleeping since Thursday morning. Liam was up and fussy late night/early morning (a pattern that continued well after the 2nd night), possibly having to do with the hearing test they conducted that night. I know Meagan preferred to have him in our room all of the time but this night it was no good for us. She was in a percocet fog and I was losing control over my eye lids so we used the nursery to catch a few winks.
Early morning came with the on-call pediatrician to check in on Liam and to make fun of me. He was a joker and I imagine that's a tactic he takes with caring for children. He was a down to earth guy that's been in practice for many decades (I think he said in his Spanish accent that he's in his 70's). We appreciated his tested advice even with the jokes about me and politics.
Now here is a change that I hope is something permanent. Leading up to Liam's arrival I was very worried about the lack of sleep that everyone talks about because I like my sleep. I like my sleep in 8+ hour packets and if I didn't get that I'd be useless and looking for a pillow to catch the rest. Waking after only a few hours on Saturday morning I felt just fine and ready for breakfast, well, coffee and then breakfast. Saturday also brought a visit from the Mobergs, down for another day to see their first grandchild. We finally opened up the TV cabinet in the room and kicked back with some news. The nurses planned a little outting (from our room) for Liam late that evening so that we could catch some zzzz's. With premature babies they perform a 1.5 hour monitoring of them in the crib and the car seat to make sure that they don't flop their head over and forget to breathe. They also had to re-do his left ear test because he likely had fluid in it preventing him from passing the day before. Slept through the night with only one or two feedings... atta'boy Liam!
Sunday we packed up for discharge. The hospital delivered our 'picnic lunches' (sack lunch), and we loaded up a cart with all of our belongings. With the amount of stuff we crammed back in the car you'd think that we were away for a week. They did send us home with lots of baby and momma care paraphenalia which we've appreciated.
We realized that it was Easter Sunday when we stopped at Baby Depot on the way home to shop for a few items and it was closed. Everything was closed except the CVS so luckily I found a pack 'n play on craigslist that could be picked up that evening. We were allowed another night at the hospital per state law but we were eager to start our family life at the house (and I wanted to whip up that Irish stew that I started on Thursday!).
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