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Top Dog

For the most part Sydney seems to be welcoming towards Maggie. When Maggie cries or needs her diaper changed, Syd is the first to tilt her head in concern.

The other night we were ready to go to bed and noticed that Sydney had posted up in the middle of Maggie’s Boppy as if to send the message to us that  she was still the Top Dog around here.

Syd’s tough like that – you know, wanting to let Maggie know that she was here first. As long as Maggie doesn’t show up in Sydney’s dog bed, I think we’ll be fine.

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Staring Contest

We have a new hobby here at HBHQ and it involves staring at Maggie. Never, ever did I think that I could spend my entire day staring at someone, but hardly a minute goes by that one of us isn’t staring at this sweet child. Even when she is sleeping we stare at her.

Not only do we stare at her, but we talk at length about All Things Maggie, which right now involves sleep, poop and when the last time she ate was. We’ve found ourselves laughing hysterically at things that only first time parents laugh at – is a blow-out at 2 a.m. really that funny with your third child? I doubt it.

We’re loving our new hobby. Even Sydney partakes in the staring, but she wasn’t around at 2 a.m. to laugh at the poo splattered changing station. Nope, Sydney was the only one in our house getting a good night’s rest.

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48 Hours

A precaution.

I could take that.

Kurt, the nurse from the Special Care Nursery, came to our room and introduced himself to us and explained what would be happening over the next few hours – an IV and antibiotics started for Maggie.

Barry and I walked with Kurt and Maggie across the hall to the Special Care Nursery where they hooked our little girl up to a line of antibiotics to help fight something she may or may not have. After Maggie got settled into her little corner area of the nursery I had a long conversation with her about why she was in the nursery – making it clear that in 48 hours we were going home and that she most certainly did NOT have an infection.

hospital stay (Video: click to see HB + Maggie in our little corner of the nursery. I was blog posting from Barry’s phone, go figure!)

As the 48 hours crept by Barry and I took shifts staring at our little package and got to know the nursing staff – again, I have a new perspective of what it means to be a nurse – . The nursery closes for one hour every 12 hours for the nursing shift change and we spent this time either napping or showering since staring at Maggie was not an option during the shift change.

Our families came by and took turns coming into the nursery to hold Maggie since only one person could be in the nursery at a time with either Barry or myself present. Since I looked at this time as a precautionary measure, I was able to function fairly well. The nursing staff was on the bandwagon of “Maggie’s going home in ____ hours!”

Overall the stay in the nursery was a blur and I’m fine looking back on that time with cloudy vision – I didn’t want to get too comfortable there and certainly didn’t want Maggie to either. Having a machine beep every time she moved to a strange position was not a noise I wanted to become immune to.

Long story short – because this is already a long story – the blood culture  came back negative, our baby girl is hearty, healthy and just perfect.

After an additional 48 hours in the hospital we were able to break her from the joint and take her home!!!!!

Best feeling ever.