This week has been filled with lots of changes... many more than I had expected. I've been filling my time with working and this and that, but these changes have settled into the periphery of my daily routine. And I expect, one day very soon, they will be thrust into my lap.
I'm very happy about most of them, and of course, they are concerning Savannah.
She moved, once again, to another place in the hospital. And while it is a step closer to having her home, it is five steps behind where we were in comfortability and ease. I'm torn between being happy that she's going to be coming home soon, and the fact that we were so horribly spoiled by the great nurses and the room we'd just gotten used to. I'm not quite sure how to feel, although my closest comfort is that fact that we should only have to deal with this new place and situation for possibly another week or two.
Last night, we had a very nice visit with Savannah. She's up to taking six bottles a day (only two more to go!) and we even tried breastfeeding for a while last night.
Amazingly enough, she did really well with the breastfeeding, and it made me feel more like her mommy than ever before. She took right to it, although at this point, my milk is really low. It wasn't like the immediate satisfaction of her bottles, but she did her best. And it felt good to be important to her, in an immediate way. I'm glad we had help and were able to try.
Unfortunately, after she finished her bottle, we were literally 'kicked out' of the friggin' nursery, by Nurse Ratchet of the old school of NICU nursing. And that was so not okay with me. I put up with it last night, but I will not again.
I know too much and have been through too much for an 'I know better than you do' kind of nurse to treat me like I just walked into the Special Care nursery yesterday. We left without much of a fight, but I got a lot angrier as we were walking out through the parking lot to our car.
And I can promise that it will not, under any circumstances happen again.
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More changes. Bigger, better, faster and much more exciting. I'm waiting to hear from the doctor now, but I was given a very strong indication from the nurse I just spoke to who is caring for Savannah, that she might be home even sooner than we had thought. Maybe even as soon as next week!
I don't know yet for sure, but I haven't breathed in the past half an hour since I spoke to her. I was wondering what a good gift would be for Wallace on Father's Day, but I might get the best one of all... Savannah at home.
I can't write much more for now, not until I know what might be going on... I hope you'll bear with me, and know that I'll be able to write more when I have my thoughts more organized. I'll do my best.