As I sit and type on my iPad, the rest of by suddenly increasing family is fast asleep. A quiet moment to reflect on the past week of events. Images and conversations come flooding back in snippets. Future blog posts in development in my cranium...
* I will say that I (and this blog) are victims of my prior humor and success! This past week as been a tiring one, to say the least, and I am not sure I can keep up with the clamoring for pics and steady doses of high test humor. But I will try.
* Whew, what a blur. What started as a routine call day for me on Valentine's day turned into something more.
* Waiting alone in the hallway, while the GC2.0 was wisked into the OR suite is something that I don't want to relive again. A "10-15 min" wait turned into 30 minutes, and the lights went out. So there I was sitting in a hallway, knowing that MDs were prepping my wife for surgery, and I am stuck in the dark. I found out why later... See the KPs delivery with my wife and her issues with anesthesia.
* Man, I have to figure out how to post pics from my iPad to this blog.
* Sleeping in the Hospital is a weird experience. Nesting is even weirder. It is sort of like living in a hotel, but with hospital food. We were discharged from the hospital, but we never left. Surreal. We would get up every morning, shower, make our bed, and then wait for breakfast. That was the best part of the food deal ( lunch and dinner were absolutely awful ). Then we would wait for the ped to come in a talk to us. Plus with our MD ID badges, we had complete run of the joint! The only other negative was that they didn't allow caffeine on our floor. I had to come up with creative ways to procure this, and even got busted on the Pediatric flood sniffing around.
* We definitely learned a lot about medicine, from the patient perspective. The biggest issue for us, was the transfer of care over the weekend and to the ICU. Every different day we had a different doc, with a different plan. At on point, we went from having Mila go home on Tuesday, to being transferred to the NICU. The NICU initially was worse too; they didn't seem to know or figure out about her course upstairs. ( they eventually did...) One evening, the DQ2.0 and I just went home and cracked open the liquor cabinet (much to Mo's surprise). (Editor's note: this in no way condones the use of alcohol to cure one's troubles. One day, when KP and the Twizzles read this blog, they should understand this fact. There is no salvation in the bottle, but it sure tasted good!)
* If the DQ2.0 is not a Certified Lactation Consultant at the end of this ordeal, I am not sure what she has to do!!!! She has talked to, read about, had hands on training and listened to almost all the world's literature about this subject. Seriously. She can even teach it too. A couple of days ago, we took a break to Target to get some supplies. There we ran into a young lady and her mother perusing the bottle isle. The daughter happened to be pregnant and was looking for supplies. Her mother was lost... Enter the DQ2.0!!!! It was like a freaking informercial for boobiemilk supplies. I just stood back and listened to the DQ2.0 pipe on about nipple sizes, sterilization, massaging, and storage. I tried to add my 2 cents, but got droned out by the mommy madness!!! I thought I should've bought a notebook and taken notes for the girl. Whew. I hope they got it all.
* The Santa Maria was a super cruiser this ordeal. Drove like a dream. I still haven't figured out all the fancy features yet: Bluetooth, iPod radio... But the toasty buns are a rocking.
* Circumcision. Just the name alone can send shivers down a man's spine. This is a totally separate blog post for a different time. I have never seen so much enthusiasm for a boy's junk before. More to follow.
That's all I've got for now. This post actually took like 3 days to write, due to the homecoming. Whew, I've gotta pickup the production here, maybe I should see a Certified Weblog Consultant!!!
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