Ohhh, The Waiting!!

We got back to the hospital this morning at about 8am. I wanted to be able to give the baby her bottle. We made it just in time to see the doctor do her little check up. To our surprise he gave her the green light to be discharged. Unfortunately we have to wait for the birthmother to be off of her medication in order to sign the papers so that we can formally be discharged. Paper signing is not looking good today being that she's on a morphine pca pump. Waiting. So.much.waiting.

Bobby took his turn at feeding the tiny sack-o-sugar.

There's really not a whole lot to do while you're waiting on a birthmom to come off of Morphine. We were so thankful that the NICU nurses let us camp out in a rooming in room that, praise the Lord, had a television. We caught ourselves watching a little Maury Povich in disbelief, then we stared at each other and then stared at the baby.......then we stared back at each other. Finally we challenged one another at a travel game of Blokus.
Time to hold the baby again. Feed the baby, burp the baby, change the baby, stare at the baby. Repeat every three hours. Take trip to bathroom because your GI tract realizes that you are indeed still waiting for papers to be signed so you can then call the baby by the baby's name. The name you don't actually want to say for fear that something may go awry.
Kiss the baby.
We've had great nurses that have been very kind. I tried to get them to violate HIPPA and tell me how the birthmom is coming along with the whole Morphine thing. I don't get why they can't just hike it down there and check it out. Why can't I just go down there and discontinue the pump? I surely know how. And besides, I stayed at a Holiday Inn Express last night. Now I'm overqualified.