My sisters can't reach me here.
We are home. I'm not going to write much as i'm holding a dear little bundle in my arm and typing via "hunt and peck." It feels so good--and surreal--to be home. It felt strange to watch another giant tank of oxygen come through our door, to set up another IV pole and push buttons on a kangaroo pump. Thank goodness for the calm and confidence experience brings.
...okay...there have been moments of hysterics. (Lily is now laying across my lap.) The doctors dawdled their way through discharge as always and our early morning departure took until 1 pm. The oxygen delivery guy claimed over the phone we didn't exist. The first feeding set I loaded wouldn't prime and I threw a box of gauze on the floor in frustration. The battery on said pump lasts just long enough to drive to grandmas. Our oximeter is touchy and on the small tank Lily requires 1/16 liter oxygen, on the big tank--1/4th. Already the medication port on the G-tube has popped open and soaked Lily and her car seat. Both Ella and Ava are extremely attracted to tubing and wires...yay. Plus my rule that only one child is allowed to cry at one time was completely ignored. I could feel Charlotte looking down on us and laughing her head off. I wouldn't be surprised if she had a role in the medication port fiasco--that was common trick of hers. So here we go on our newest adventure. Welcome to your earthly home Lily Pie.