No Wonder Woman Here
The day before our second discharge-when we were initially scheduled to leave, I walked into the unit with a car seat and a stroller. Liam was screaming in his bed with a nurse about to attempt a blood draw for the second time. I asked the nurse why they needed a blood sample on discharge day and she let me know he spiked a fever a few hours before- automatically barring us from our planned jail-break. The disappointment and frustration at not being informed earlier was profound. In tandem with a poor needle-stick (just one of the many failed attempts throughout the 12 day stay), I was beyond angry- I was ready to throat punch someone. I sat with Liam in my arms and soaked him in my tears. They were tears of disappointment for Liam and our family’s plan to be all together that day at home, but there were also of tears of self-pity mixed in. I cried because I was stir crazy. I cried because I just wanted to be a normal mom with a healthy baby. You won’t see that kind of cry face on a s...