Overachievers Find Themselves in Ice Storms

Today has been excellent. Foster is three days old. She is within one ounce of being back to her birth weight. From a cardiology standpoint, she is ready to be discharged. They did WHAT to her three days ago and are letting her go WHERE?! Today we have snuggled all day long. We are in her room and it is very, uhm, cozy. Actually, we are learning to be European. In case we ever let her travel within 60 miles of an electrophysiologist. Our stuff is expertly stowed all over the room and we are snuggling in all cozy and watching TV all day long. It's a precious time. When will it ever be the three of us like this again? I miss Joseph and Maggie terribly. But this is joyous and peaceful.

At the doctors' rounds this morning, they told us that the only thing that's keeping us here is making sure she is eating enough and her blood sugar is stable. Her blood sugar has been great all day so they stopped monitoring it. She's eating exactly what they said she needs to be eating. So, based on that, I guess we will be going home very soon if she continues. WE'RE GOING WHERE? We had a long meeting with the pacemaker specialists today. Nothing we can't handle. It's really about as straightforward as it gets.

Now, the weather. I have no idea. Surely they won't keep us out if we can't get home. Ice storm is supposed to be "historic." Drew is at Babies R Us right now buying a car seat [can't get to Sanford to get ours], bottles, and formula. This is a strange dilemma. We just wait and see what the weather does, whether we can get home, and if Foster is actually going to get discharged in the middle of the storm. I really don't feel comfortable bringing her an hour away from Duke having just had heart surgery and being premature with the possibility that the weather will make travel impossible.

I found these pictures of Joseph to compare. Double take. She makes his 7 pound body look enormous.

Foster 3 Days Old

Joseph Two Days Old