Our precious, precocious daughter yanked out her feed tube the other day and rather than put it back in her nurse decided to see how well she did on a 'feed on demand' schedule rather than a timed gravity feed schedule. That just means that every time she acted hungry they bottle-fed her with my breastmilk. Apparently she did well and gained weight at her usual rate, so they decided there was no real reason to keep her around much longer and informed us that she should come home within a few days! She'll likely be home on Saturday or Sunday!
Um ... what? A baby here, living with us? We are master procrastinators and having not expected her to come home for at least another couple of weeks we find ourselves now scrambling to prepare. Some things we'd intended to do won't get done before the weekend, but they're not the important things like having diapers and bottles and all the little things you find yourself needing. Moving furniture? Can wait.
Luckily we have the most important basics at hand like a place for her to sleep, a car seat, clothes and other essentials. Plus, my boobs. She actually managed to latch without using the nipple shield for a few minutes today, but I am still glad I have that thing or I don't think we'd be having so much success. But the fact that she can be sustained through bottle feeds means that the hospital feels she's ready to strike out on her own, and so it's time for us to take over.
More to follow, but we have a lot to do!
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