Friday, April 25, 2014
The Ellie Itch
It's official. Your mother and I are beginning to go crazy. If we were told that you had 3 more months to go in the hospital, we might not feel this way. However, you've stalled inches from the finish line. Every day is the day we might take you home, but upon the setting of the sun, the finish line is pushed back by another 24 hours. A week ago, you were likely a week from going home. Now, a week later... you are again a "week from going home." You are clinging to a tiny, tiny bit of oxygen. Technically, you could come home with us now since you've passed your car seat test, hearing test, and just about every other diagnostic. However, it's just that tiny bit of oxygen... Ironically, if your respiratory support were greater, they'd probably just send you home on respiratory support, but your oxygen support is so tiny right now that it doesn't make sense to send you home with thousands of dollars worth of instruments if you are just going to wean off of it a few days later. The idea is that its probably just better to wait a few more days in the NICU, wean off here, and go home "low tech."
I'm inclined to agree with this perspective, but the "itch" to take you home is grating on us. I find myself running little thought experiments in my head... For instance, if you mother was waiting in a getaway vehicle at the hospital front entrance, could I snatch you out of your crib and make a go for the exit before security took me down?