Up we go to the 7th floor again. Jonah was moved in the middle of the night since an emergency came in and they needed his bed. Since the last few days have been relatively quiet and he's been doing well, I'm (relatively) OK with it. I honestly am a rational person that knows there are sicker babies in the NICU, however, I'm also a mother who's primary concern is getting the best care for MY baby.
Anyways, we're in, quite honestly, the tiniest/darkest room on the 7th floor. It has a window that looks out on a bend of brick wall that is only 2 feet away, I guess when they build the addition they put another wing right next to it. I joke that it's probably because now I'm that trouble-making mom. The nurses are nice and we're going to pick up one of our favorite regulars again, yea! He was 8lbs 7oz two nights ago and we're in the home stretch on eating, just a little more Jonah and we can go home!
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