The empowered people are fast-tracking us for a departure on Friday. Yes, this Friday. She will, however, be coming home on a little bit of oxygen. We were hoping that we wouldn't require it, but... the Bean is not quite ready for O-tube-less life. When she 'bears down' and holds her breath, she turns a horrid shade of bluish-purple, also know as pulmonary hypertension. I could explain it, but I'd butcher it. You can google it, but know it reads pretty scary. Because of the p.h., she is on the equivalent of Viagra, and part of the therapy for it is O2. So, when she turns eggplant, I will be thankful for the oxygen tank. However, when I'm toting her and her massive amount of junk to her follow-up appointment-du-jour, I will likely be using my very delicate vocabulary that I only use on special occasions. We will have a ton of follow-up appointments, labs, and I expect confetti filled parades around town.
Lastly, our Butter Bean is now a Butter Ball, at 9 lbs., 4 oz's, the Bean is now a Ball. ;0) We were stuck at 7-8 lbs. for SO long, 9 lb's is dreamy! We're no longer wearing the newborn diapers, we've graduated, although they are seemingly big. So, if all goes well, it's going to be a dull, dry Friday night. YIPPIE!