Someone is digging the new accommodations.
And Donna's Devious Plan is totally working. In fact, Jane might very well have moved over to the carpet side tonight except, well, I sort of balked. There was a bedspace they were talking about moving her to, but it's in an semi-separate section of the nursery and I couldn't stomach the thought of being so isolated. If nothing else comes up in the next couple of days we'll take it for sure, but I'm really hoping we can find a spot in one of the other rooms. To be honest, having other people around (nurses and parents both) has been a major reason why I haven't lost my mind these last three months.
So, I got my diva on. All those people who we'd tricked into liking us now know how demanding we are. Just wait, I'm going to start complaining about the lighting next. Maybe I'll insist Jane's outfits match the bedding.
Ugh. I'm going to feel like such a jackass at the hospital tomorrow. I'll be apologizing to people left and right for being so ridiculous. If I weren't so lazy, I'd bring cookies. This is how lame I am -- the only treats the staff at the ICN has gotten from my family came from my SISTER, who lives two and a half hours away and has two kids and a job and plenty of her own crap to deal with. Obviously she needs to make another visit soon, so I can stay in the nurses' good graces.