1) This is what my daily view looks like. I crack open the isolette and read her stories. I got very tired of reading her the children's books that the NICU keeps on hand. A nurse asked me yesterday what I was reading to her and looked startled when I responded "Pride and Prejudice." What? It's never to early to introduce Mr. Darcy into your life. Even Edward Cullen is no match for Mr. Darcy. (Also, I tell her about Jesus. Jesus is not second to fictional literary characters. Jesus gets his own song and everything.)
2) I got a letter from the insurance company stating that they weren't going to cover the ambulance ride to transport her to her life-saving heart surgery because they didn't think it was medically necessary. They are so right. I totally should have just strapped her in the backseat of the car with a ventilator and driven her there myself. What was I thinking? (P.S. In case you are my insurance company: the above statement was said in jest and you can not use it against me in a court of law, amen.)
3) To do skin to skin, I have to be topless. The first day, I turned my back to her room door and stripped down. Please note that attempt at modesty. In my uncontainable excitement to hold her, I totally forgot that her new room has a window. One that faces the hospital entrance. And the curtains were wide open. Apparently I'm just giving it all away for free now.
Thank you for your encouragement on the last post. I promise that I made my request nicely. Also, I do want to note that I truly love the majority of Scarlette's nurses and doctors. Some of my posts (like the previous) are taken from the journal I've been keeping and so they are very "feelings" heavy. But I will be forever indebted to the medical staff that have kept my daughter alive and worked so hard to make her well.
