Coming Home

On Wednesday of last week, we were discharged from Primary's NICU. It was a red-letter day for us. So exciting. As luck would have it, Dusty could not come until Wednesday night, so I got to do the honors all myself (with the help of wonderful nurses). I must admit it was strange being by myself with just Jack for the rest of the day. Where were the beeping monitors that told me he was still breathing? Where were the fussy baby neighbors? Where were the cords that kept my baby within two feet of his bedside? It was nice to be free.


Sweet volunteers made this poster for Jack, as they do for every little baby. Didn't they do a cute job? I loved answering the questions but was saddened by the fact that I could tell you how to tell if my newborn was in pain.

When it was finally time to leave, I loaded Jack up in the car seat. Doesn't he look concerned? This was a new place. He had only been in the car seat one other time, and that was for his car seat trial.


This photo was taken on Thursday, literally minutes after Tyson arrived with my Mom. So touching.


It feels so good to be home. Everybody asks how I am feeling and I have to remind them that my baby is already a month old and so I am feeling pretty darn good. Still tired though. :)

I am so very grateful that I got to take home a healthy baby. Many moms don't. But more on that in another post.


I am also so glad for the support and visits of my two sisters who lived near the hospital. They brightened my days and helped me not to go crazy after being in the hospital all day long, day after day. We had some good moments together.