Ronald McDonald House

Yesterday was chaotic to say the least. I was given discharge orders before 7am and told that check out was 11 am. I spent the morning frantically trying to figure out where I was going to go. Finally we agreed my folks should come get me, take me home, and I would wait there until I got a room. We weren't even back to Dubuque by the time the Ronald McDonald house called to say they had space for me. Being as hormonal as I currently am, I was unwilling to let anyone talk me into spending the night in my own bed. Jeremy did what any good husband would do. He compromised and brought me back (I was hell bent on driving myself back, which was admittedly a dumb idea). So we got here around 8, checked in, and went to see little miss Penelope. Her day was polar opposite to mine.They have found the magic setting on her machines so that she doesn't require much additional care. She has a respirator tube in but she is breathing on her own 99.9% of the time. Sometimes she forgets shes outside of me and forgets that she needs to take a breath more than twice a minute. Even when that happens the machine just gives her a gentle reminder and she does the work. She has been started back on her breast milk trophy feedings (meaning they are for practice only, all her nutrition comes from her iv). She even pooped a little yesterday which we weren't expecting for a few more days. She is such a little trooper!