On being home

I didn't take any pictures today, but this pretty much sums it up. She was happy, really, but generally annoyed at herself for being so tired she could hardly walk straight. I got that look every few minutes, in between crying and laughing. The great news is that she ate and drank much better, and slept well last night and throughout the day. Her weight was only down minimally at the doctor's office today, which is encouraging. This whole thing just generally knocked her out.

I had a few moments to reflect today on the entire experience. I had no idea when I left for the ER on Tuesday, that we were in for such an ordeal. I was expecting a quick exam, a quick IV, and home just as quickly. I had no idea she'd be terrified repeatedly, and that her face would swell from the amount of inconsolable crying...that she'd cling to me the way she did. I literally did not put her down unless it was for a weight check for the full 24 hours, other than the time I came home to take a shower, during which Andrew didn't put her down either. I don't know if I didn't think it through, or if I just didn't know what to expect in the first place. My happy, happy baby...crying and crying and crying. And each time she'd get calm, in came another scrub-covered reason to cry. I had no idea she'd be so exhausted. I had no idea we'd be cuddled up for the night together in an "isolation room," unable to move in more than a five foot radius with the IV tubes. I had no idea how much my girls would miss one another. I'm just so grateful we got to come home last night. I'm so glad I got to spend my day with both girls today...and they with each other. It was a short time in the scheme of things, but Keelyn and I really missed our normal life.

I'm thinking tomorrow she'll be even better, and I'll be posting smiles.