Crib is waiting.
(yep-- two safety violations in one picture... a bumper and a Bumbo! Go on and shoot your mommy judgement eyes at me. Crib is 60 years old and meets no current safety standards for spacing between the bars. Also, not planning on leaving baby unattended on top of the table. Carry on :-))
Carpets are steam cleaned.
Tiny little clothes are pressed and hung.
Toys for the wee one are dusted off and anxious to be played with.
Prescriptions are filled. Medical equipment is set up.
Our family is ready to be together.
All that's missing is a baby.
And he'll be here tomorrow!!!
Parker SHOULD (barring some disaster) be home tomorrow afternoon. He threw us a bit of a curveball this morning and started puking. My heart just fell to my toes... that's a sign of possible reherniation and I just don't know if I could have handled that less than 24 hours from discharge.
A chest x-ray was done, which looked perfect. The consensus is that his new reflux meds hadn't yet kicked in, and we've had no problems since then. Fingers crossed. Toes crossed. Arms, legs, and eyes crossed.
See you soon!