Going Home Never Felt So Good

They moved us to a different room on Wednesday night. We had been in a double room with a private bath without anyone else. But apparently many babies were born that day and they needed the space. So they sent us to a private room with shared bath that was tiny and oddly shaped. We thought we were OK, but the main nurse station was just outside our door. So all night long, in addition to the crying of little Miranda and Elizabeth, we heard phone ringing, nurses chatting, patients coming and going. It was beyond awful.

So this morning, I asked if we could be discharged. The nurses seemed to ignore the request so we asked again and the doctor said "sure". So I got dressed, packed up, dressed the gals and then waited for about 3 hours for discharge instructions.

About 1pm, we finally got going. 30 minutes later, we were home. There is truly no place like home.

Waiting for the elevator.


Elizabeth in her car seat.


Miranda in her car seat.


Both gals in the car.