"If you don't see the book on the shelf, write it." ~ Beverly Cleary
My husband is awesome.
Aside from a small duct tape malfunction, my husband spent the better part of yesterday being awesome.
Today he is still awesome.
Aside from the fact he didn’t get to train as much as he’d like – because he’s busy being an awesome dad – he spent the better part of today being awesome.
Tomorrow I’ll tell you what made him awesome the day before yesterday.
So, today was the day that my mom had been predicting that Miss Maggie Mae would arrive and since it was my mom making that prediction, I secretly felt like she knew something I didn’t. Thankfully, moms can be wrong and Maggie is here and I’m not welcoming a May Day baby.
So much is happening this month: I’ll celebrate my first Mother’s Day as a mom, two of my best friends (Erin & Lara) are having babies, and we’ll do our first trip up to Camp Janet, etc.
I’m happy to welcome this month with all the newness that Maggie brings, never again will May be the same now that Maggie Mae is here!
Yahoo!
A precaution.
I could take that.
Kurt, the nurse from the Special Care Nursery, came to our room and introduced himself to us and explained what would be happening over the next few hours – an IV and antibiotics started for Maggie.
Barry and I walked with Kurt and Maggie across the hall to the Special Care Nursery where they hooked our little girl up to a line of antibiotics to help fight something she may or may not have. After Maggie got settled into her little corner area of the nursery I had a long conversation with her about why she was in the nursery – making it clear that in 48 hours we were going home and that she most certainly did NOT have an infection.
hospital stay (Video: click to see HB + Maggie in our little corner of the nursery. I was blog posting from Barry’s phone, go figure!)
As the 48 hours crept by Barry and I took shifts staring at our little package and got to know the nursing staff – again, I have a new perspective of what it means to be a nurse – . The nursery closes for one hour every 12 hours for the nursing shift change and we spent this time either napping or showering since staring at Maggie was not an option during the shift change.
Our families came by and took turns coming into the nursery to hold Maggie since only one person could be in the nursery at a time with either Barry or myself present. Since I looked at this time as a precautionary measure, I was able to function fairly well. The nursing staff was on the bandwagon of “Maggie’s going home in ____ hours!”
Overall the stay in the nursery was a blur and I’m fine looking back on that time with cloudy vision – I didn’t want to get too comfortable there and certainly didn’t want Maggie to either. Having a machine beep every time she moved to a strange position was not a noise I wanted to become immune to.
Long story short – because this is already a long story – the blood culture came back negative, our baby girl is hearty, healthy and just perfect.
After an additional 48 hours in the hospital we were able to break her from the joint and take her home!!!!!
Best feeling ever.
