And, she’s home!

The remainder of her journey from the NICU to home.


Today’s visit was very quick, as both parents were able to be with her {limit is 2 ppl/room} and as she was being moved to the NICU step-down unit following her 9:00pm feeding.  Her being able to move there is such a praise!!  Also, instead of sleeping in a recliner, her mom and/or dad now have a pull-out bed along with a bathroom attached to her room.

My brother, her dad, and I did manage to play “paparazzi” – my favorite made-up game.  I also got to hold her again {for said game}, and loved how alert she was during this visit.  It’s fascinating to watch her observe her surrounds with fresh eyes and ears.

this is her, I’m-a-hungry-baby-bird face

Also, I am now an experienced cabbage smuggler.  Something I’m sure will be a valuable asset to my résumé.

[Explaining the relation, reminds me of Gracie during a recent visit.  She’s starting to understand that my brother is her father, so this past visit, she introduced us as siblings – to my brother, “Aunt Header is your sister,” etc.  I’ve been waiting 31 years to be introduced to this dork. ;)]


Tonight was my first time visiting her in the NICU’s step-down unit, and it was lovely.  There is much more room, and it’s just nice to know she’s improving.  Technically only two people are allowed in there with her including parents, excluding hospital staff.  I was given a badge, and to my pleasant surprise, I got to hang out with my brother and my sister-in-law.  We goofed around, watched a crime show, and chatted a lot.  My brother held her the whole time I was there, and she was fast asleep, sweetly snuggled up against his chest.  I’d say there’s another daddy’s girl in the making!

As far as her health is concerned, her second set of blood culture came back negative.  This allows for a 7-day antibiotic cycle, instead of 10, and it also means, if she can maintain a temp of 97.7F for 24 hours, she can go home.  She’ll just need to be weaned out of the incubator; an anticipated problem.


I spent the majority of Saturday at my mom’s, playing with Gracie {and Mason}.  Gracie and I went to a barn to pick up hay, with my step-dad, and visited with a few horses, drove by lots of cows, witnessed the end of an 8 ft black snake’s tail slither away, and said “hello!” to a cat up high in the barn, sitting on several hay bales.

The remainder of the day with her is a blur, but I know we did lots of things.  When I upload my pictures, I’m sure I’ll remember and can share.  Old age! *sigh*

I came home after I gave her a bath, but before her bed time, which gave me time to get all the “farm dirt” off and get to bed a little early.  Instead of bed early, I stopped by the hospital, after a shower, and got to hold and feed little Annie-bananie.  In fact, I got to hold her for a really long time.  I think I got there around 10:30pm for her 11ish feeding, and got home at 1am; I was in heaven.  She is such a little snuggle bug and this was way better than getting in an early bedtime.

photo taken by s-i-l

She had also been out of incubator for most of the day and was keeping her temp at 97.7F {the minimum} so the hope of her going home on Father’s Day was looking like a good possibility.


It is a Happy Father’s Day for my brother as they released her and sent her home late that morning.  My sister-in-law posted a picture of Gracie helping my brother carry the baby out of the hospital room {below} – so sweet!!

Thanks for your thoughts and prayers!


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About Heather.B

I'm a thirty-something (how did I get so old?!) esthetician (Jan 2009), soon-to-add holistic services (Jan 2013), and then onto business school with a few more endeavors in the works. Stayed tuned though as this changes often. I call it "what-to-be-when-I'm-a-grown-up ADD" - but here's a great quote of encouragement if you're similar in nature: “The experience of centering was one I particularly sought because I thought of myself as dispersed, interested in too many things. I envied people who were ‘single-minded,’ who had one powerful talent and who knew when they got up in the morning what it was they had to do. Whereas I, wherever I turned, felt the enchantment: to the window for the sweetness of the air; to the door for the passing figures; to the teapot, the typewriter, the knitting needles, the pets, the pottery, the newspaper, the telephone. Wherever I looked I could have lived. It took me half my life to come to believe I was okay even if I did love experience in a loose and undiscriminating way and did not know for sure the difference between good and bad. My struggles to accept my nature were the struggles of centering.” – [from Centering in Pottery, Poetry, and the Person by Mary Caroline Richards] I'm a lover of animals (especially my bird and cat), my niece and nephew (and #3 on HER way), and plants; an avid crochet-er (and other crafty things), amateur photographer, baker extraordinaire, dreamer of travels far away (camping and road trips settle me for now), searcher of different music, and beloved daughter of The King. Add in a penchant for being taught new things, and you've got a good idea of what you're dealing with here. I, also, have an endocrine disorder (PCOS) that causes me to have a low carb diet and an insatiable appetite for holistic health (along with a big butt) - I console myself with the reminder that there are worse things, like being eaten by an alligator. Lastly, I've found I get bored easily and procrastinate like it's my job. So who knows how steadily I'll contribute to this. Welcome! If you choose to read this, I've warned you fairly ;), and I really hope you enjoy the variety of my life. Please send me a note and let me know about you!

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