Our baby is coming home at last!

So I got dressed and went into the hospital.  I went to the Doctor's station and talked to the Fellow and asked what was going on.  He wanted to go to the bedside to talk so we went and he said that the Physician working over the weekend (not the one we saw all week who told me we could go home) did not like that he did not put on enough weight over the last few days so they wanted to keep him longer.  My first question was "What is your plan to put more weight on him?"  His answer was they were going to increase the calories in his formula (all things I knew how to do from the class I took in formula mixing just two days ago).  I of course asked if there was anything else which there was not.  So my response was "I don't feel you are doing anything for him here that I cannot do at home so I am not sure why you feel that you need to keep him here"  The answer was that is just how we do it.  That infuriated me.  So I came back with "that does not makes sense to me so I will be discharging him and he will be going today.  I think the nurses and doctors were all taken back a bit by this, but I really did not care at that point.  The doctor stumbled over his words a bit and asked if I could at least give him 15 minutes so he could discuss this with the Attending Doctor.  I said yes, I am not taking him out this moment, but before the end of the day he will be going home.

So he left and of course we had a new nurse that never had cared for Preston before and I swear she thought she had to walk on eggshells around me.  I swore to her that I really was a sane person and that I just did not see the reasoning behind there decision and they failed to tell me anything they could do for him at the hospital that I could not do at home.  I still think she was scared of me.

The Physician Assistant that had been seeing us all week came in thinking we were still going home.  I told her what was happening and she kind of gave me a shocked look like she did not understand that either.  So while we were talking the fellow came back in and wanted to be sure I knew how to make the increased calorie formula.  I said yes, I am able to mix and your nutritionist went over all of that with me on Friday.  Then he said that the doctor approved and we would be discharged today.  I just said yes I know he will be.

So I had to be a huge bitch, but my baby was going home and we were aiming for right after his 3pm feeding!

They were so happy to see each other!

5 minutes after we left the hospital Kierstin asked "Why did you pick a boy?"

We also stopped at the Wendy's drive thru simply because we did that when we took Kierstin home!

  

Home at last just shy of 6 weeks after I left!  Now this is how life should be :)

Done Waiting

Waiting is so not my thing, but I was getting pretty good at it.  I felt the worst for Kierstin.  Before all of this I have never been away from her over night.  Never.  Now her and Eric were back and forth between PA and Buffalo and she could not even see her brother.  I was ready to be a family again.  All in one house....I would be happy with all in one state!

Preston was getting better, he had to finish up the antibiotic but he only had a week left on it.  I decided to get the ball rolling and asked the attending doctor what the exit plan was.  I did not feel there was much more they could do at this point. She did agree with me and said that as long as nothing else went wrong he may be able to go home once he was done with the antibiotic if Surgery agreed.  So then I talked with surgery and they seemed ok with that plan too.  YAY!

Lots of things were annoying me at this point....I kind of got sick of needless poking and prodding at my baby.  I did not feel the need for more IV's in his hands when he had an IV in his leg already that they could use.  I started voicing my opinion more loudly and even kicked out a few doctors when they thought they needed to do senseless procedures. I posted notes on his crib on what they could and could not do with out my permission.  I am sure they were ready to get rid of me!

I kept the fact he was going home on the down low because I have seen other babies who were ready and then some sort of set back would occur and plan canceled.  So as to not jinx us I just told a few people and crossed my fingers and prayed that nothing new would arise.

Finally on Thursday the Dr. told me she was planning on releasing him on Sunday after he received his last dose of antibiotic.  We were so ecstatic!  We have been waiting for what seemed like forever to bring our boy home and the day was near!  Saturday night we went and got him the cutest little going home outfit from Gymboree.  We even got him a "little brother" undershirt to wear.

We went back to the Ronald McDonald house and packed up all of our stuff....boy over 6 weeks we sure accumulated a lot of stuff in our small room.  That night we went to the hospital a final time and kissed our boy good night.  Walking out of that hall was so much different, knowing the next night we would be home all together.

So bright and early the next morning, I woke up and saw I had a message on my phone.  They decided that due to him not gaining weight as much as they liked they were not going to let him come home.  Eric was upset, not me.  I thought that was ridiculous and was no longer letting them call the shots.  I was going to go in there and take my boy home.

Happy Halloween!

Here are some pictures if my two little treats!