21st March 2012
We wanted to catch a ward round, so we made our way in early. It always kind of felt to me that it was like a parents’ evening – progress; only it wasn’t teachers it as healthcare professionals. Today was the day we were told that our micro preemie would be coming home.
15th May or thereabouts,
“Make plans as a family of 5 for Whitsun week” We were told.
They told us there was a possibility she’d come home on some home oxygen.
But because she was such a feisty bum, she’d have come off the oxygen the day before discharge. Her daily brain scans had shown no abnormalities including no cerebral palsy, and her PDA had corrected itself. We really were on course.
She was coming home, this was the day we had been handed hope – the biggest celebration since her birth. It was something for us to focus on, for her siblings to look forward to. Their eyes flew wide open with excitement when we told them.
March was almost over; soon we’d hit April then it would only be a month until we’d leave the hospital, it really wasn’t long.
Sitting holding her, being told this news only made her feel more like ours, more like I was her Mum, just a few weeks until we had her to ourselves.
She’d pulled her umpteenth tube out today too, she was declared a bad influence.
She was certainly making up for her size.
A huge personality.
She’s coming home.