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Saturday, March 6, 2010

March 6 - Morning Update

All was good through night. He has pretty much been asleep since yesterday - awake for a little while and then gives you the leave me alone cry and back to sleep. Mommy and Daddy got some sleep which was unexpected and enjoyed. Except for the perfect timing of the nurses that know just when you went to sleep and come in. He hasn't started eating regularly or really much at all at this point. He is content sleeping. The doctor and nurse are not concerned and attribute it to him being full off of amniotic fluid. Everyone is expecting the eating desire to pick up later today or tonight.

The doctor has given Wyatt a clean bill of health. We are now just waiting on his bilirubin score at 24 hours and for LA's doctors to clear her and we can stop the charges on the bill. Hopefully, we can be out of here by late afternoon or early evening and back to our house to get comfortable.

Something to add to Greg and my book:

*When the nurse tells you that the pull out chair bed (you don't find many of those around, LA and I are looking for a couple for the house) isn't much better than the floor go ahead and take the floor option. Hope they didn't pay a lot for the chair bed and I bet the genius that designed it never slept on it.

PS - We are already talking about number 3. This is easy. What is everybody talking about? We got this covered. :)

PSS - Nothing better than a Philly's cheesesteak for dinner last night after not eating all day.

1 comment:

  1. The chair bed is the worst invention ever. After two times going through this whole "having a baby" thing, I have decided hospitals hate fathers. That's the only way I can explain what I (and what you) have gone through.

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