Hallelujah! I made it back to the hospital! Sarah got in some serious Daddy time today, and I got to snoogle with Jane for the first time in TEN DAYS. That's just all kinds of wrong. Ten days. Never again, invisible readers. Heck, no.
But look who was waiting for me, freshly laundered and bearing a bizarre resemblance to the Big Boy mascot.
As cute as our girl is, what really made me squee today was her footwear:
Come ON. Those are just too much. And check out the knee dimple!
She spent, what, two and a half hours in my lap? And was asleep for maybe 30 minutes. Not in a row, naturally. Why, you ask? It wasn't the tubes, or hunger, or other normal baby stuff. It was because every time someone came into the room, Janey just had to know what was going on. She is her father. It's a little freaky.
In the interests of relieving both my bladder and numb posterior, we dumped Jane back in bed. Awesome Nurse Laura (her first time with Jane) set up one of the ICN's mobiles for her for a bit.
As soon as the music went on -- it was coming from behind her head -- she kept trying to flip over to see what the hell was making that weird sound. The weird sound being birds chirping. It didn't seem wise to let her extubate herself less than 24 hours before the (oh boy) trach, so the mobile came down.
Speaking of the trach, 1 pm eastern, people. Prepare to get your vibes on.