Home again...

Well, as you probably guessed, we are home. After only 20 rediculous hours filled with lights and blood draws we were released and told to "follow up with your doctor". His bili levels were down to an incredible number of 14! The nurse acted as though this was a miracle, to me this just made sense. But my miracle would happen later.

The next evening we had his bili drawn one last time, as we were asked, and then I washed my hands of the whole thing and moved on with my first weekend as a new family. On Monday we had a previously scheduled appt. for both Spencer and Josiah, so I found myself back at the Doctors office, but with a little more confidence in myself.

(Here is where my miracle starts)

The appointment starts like any other, the nurse comes in takes vitals, weights, and asks questions and then we wait...This is the worst part as I am waiting I imagine all the crappy things he could say along the lines of I told you so, or see I was right. Then as he is finally walking in my stomach drops and I am prepared for battle. He sits on the stool and says...I am sorry...WHAT!? You said what? I am not even sure what he exactly said next but I am sure he said I am sorry. This was my miracle, a doctor, a person trained to believe he is a god, has just apologized to ME. He then spend the visit telling me how great my kids look and how my babies weight gain is amazing (he is already 2 oz. over birth weight). I leave so energized so refreshed, it was exactly what I needed after a LONG first week.

WOW

So for the first time I am posting to my very own blog! I am both excited and embarrased because although I have had several GREAT blog moments since the creation of this page, I have written of none of them! So in the next few days, hoping to redeem myself, I am going to attempt to catch up on the last three weeks.