There was nothing like getting the phone call that on the 4th try, Payton had passed her car seat test. She would have to come home on oxygen and a apnea monitor, but they were going to let her come home. But after getting my hopes up the week before and then it didn't happen, I didn't get too excited about it until Thursday night when there hadn't been any other hiccups to stop it from happening. We had to do about 2 hours of training on her equipment she would be coming home with and baby CPR. Then we spent the night with her all to ourselves in the hospital so that we could get used to how her new equipment worked before we left and ask any questions if we needed to. As soon as we were given our discharge orders we were outta there.
It's wonderful to have her home finally. 14 weeks is a long time to be at the hospital every single day (and sometimes twice). But it was also very bittersweet. There is part of our little family at home but there's a big hole where Parker will fit into when he gets here. And having Payton home and spending all day with her gives me a feeling like we're leaving Parker out or he's being ignored or neglected. I know that's not true. I know in my head that the nurses love him and that he's a big flirt with them, they come sit with him during the night and in the afternoon, and he always has a room full of girls (see what I'm in for later). But just because my head knows that doesn't make the rest of us get rid of that feeling. Someday very soon, Parker will come home and then we will finally be complete.
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