Yesterday I hemmed and haaa’d about whether to go home today or tomorrow. The night before last I had a complete meltdown and begged for pain meds and in the midst of that decided that I just couldn’t face going home a minute before Saturday morning. Obviously today I feel great and have spent the day trekking up and down the hall wondering what I was thinking. Then a nurse stopped by and offered me a, fresh from the oven, still warm, cookie and that made up for everything. What can I say… I’m a sucker for baked goods.
Even had I been able to go home little L wasn’t as ready as me. Her pediatrician thought she looked a little yellow this morning and ordered some blood work. Her bilirubin levels came back higher than normal and she was whisked off to the tanning bed. So much for instilling the love of a healthy lifestyle in my youngest… Maybe she’ll have a future in Hollywood, because clearly she’s already a star.
I know that there are hundreds of people out there who have children who are really sick and have real issues, but I’m post-partum and hormonal and I can’t help, but get weepy thinking about my little sunbather. If her bilirubin levels aren’t in the normal range tomorrow they’ll release me and transfer her to the NICU. And, really? I don’t want to go home without my little star.