Friday

In the car seat test, the baby is strapped into the seat and has to remain there for 1.5hrs. While he sits there all of his vitals continued to be monitored. Late last night Sam passed his seat test. He could now be discharged. We quickly assembled the plan of when he would be up for food in the morning, I would be there to transfer him back into the seat, this time for the ride home. Have we discussed the boy's grumbling? He doesn't like to be, you know, touched...talked to loudly, looked at wrong...Tara and the nurses find it very funny because he is just like his father. A room full of crazy people is what I am faced with at every visit. At home there is no space set for the boy yet. Piles of boxes and plastic storage bins are where his crib is to be. Tara called me on my way out of the door. There had been a shift change at the hospital and the new nurse had decided that since I had sent the car seat refitted with a head support that was made for small babies that don't fit properly in the standard factory head support, she had deemed it not a valid test and that it had to be redone. It meant that I had an hour and a half to sit with the boy and his mom. After another 1.5hrs of being strapped to the chair, we were finally free to head home, with Sam. Getting home was emotional for us, maybe not so much for the boy, he slept. Emma seemed happier to have the family hanging out in the kitchen again.