At 1:09, yesterday afternoon, Little Miss Minion left the hospital! We got her car seat fitting from physical therapy, practiced once each, Mr Minion went down to the garage with PT and got the base checked out while I fed her. After they disconnected her from the monitors, Mr Minion held her for a while while we waited for official discharge orders. At one point, he laughed and walked her to the edges of the room, something that wouldn’t have been possible while she was connected to the monitors. When we traded, I turned slowly in a circle, something that would have resulted in tangled cords.
We stopped and got McDonald’s for lunch, delighting in the current Minions promotion they are running. She had fallen asleep in her car seat and looked too comfortable to wake with 15 minutes left before her next feeding, so she slept in the car seat while we ate.
She slept in our arms for the rest of the day and most of the night. Mr Minion fed her each time while I worked on laundry, cooking dinner for perhaps the fourth time in 84 days, and trying to get some more of her stuff put away. We gave her a wipe down bath before her 8pm feeding, a nice massage, and changed her clothes.
Last night was probably a rough night for her. Being out of the NICU, away from the light, the alarms, the smells, the confident hands of our nurses. Every time we put her down, whether it was in her cradle, her crib, her bouncer, or her pack and play, she cried. She was only comfortable in our arms. She seemed calmer around her 5 am feeding, so I grabbed her velcro swaddle blanket and fastened her arms down, turned on Pandora, and waited. Silence.
So we have determined that she likes piano music, being swaddled, and hanging out with us. She does not like change (unsurprising for any baby, especially a Preemie), the guy who does the Pandora commercials, or having her arms free when she sleeps.
The plan for today: Little Miss Minion eats every 3 hours. Between feedings today, Mr Minion and I need to take showers, one of us needs to go grocery shopping for a few things, and we need to keep working on the house back together. Oh, and snuggling Miss Minion whenever she wants it. She’s earned it.