Well I remember saying awhile back that she would probably be
able to come home at the end of January. If all goes well, my
estimate is prophetic. Unless there are counter-indications over the
weekend, Zelly will be discharged into the loving care of her moms on
Monday, 1/31/00. How's that for the end of January?
She weighs 3 lbs and 10.5 oz and is spunky and full of
personality. She knows how to impersonate various animals: she
grunts like a little piglet (is she trying to communicate with
her crib mate?), she can mewl like a kitten, and she knows how
to play possum when she's not in the mood to take her bottle.
And she can purse her lips like the Church Lady.
We're going out today to complete the car seat acquisition and get it
checked out by the nurses. I'm planning on spending an extended
period of time with Zelly tomorrow, away from the monitors and nurses
in a seperate room near the nursery. That's supposed to help me gain
confidence in my ability to take care of her. The reality is that the
prospect of finally bring her home fills me with exhileration and
terror. All you parents, tell me, is that normal?
Ok, nows the time to REALLY send us the positive vibes, we're
about to become full time parents.