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.