Home at last, but bitter sweet...

I woke up spending the first night in my own bed after 16 days in the hospital. I was completely dependent on Ambien while in the hospital and was so afraid I'd need it at home. I guess the comfort of my own bed and having the closeness of Harley was the only thing I needed. I've slept great ever since (praise God). We started off the day getting ready with the excitement of going to see Malia. We had a great visit with her in the early afternoon and made plans to go back to the hospital that evening with Grandma and Grandpa so Grandpa could meet her for the first time. The lastest update on Malia today was that she weighed 5lbs. 1oz, almost 1 1/2 lbs. down from her birth weight. Estimated (dry) birth weight was 4lbs. 1oz, so she has an extra pound of fluid left to go. It's amazing how differntly she looks now from when she was born, meaning she's a lot less swollen and can see her mouth, nose, eyes, and ears all in porportion with one another. Harley asked the Dr. on a scale from 1-10, 1 being the most crital at birth, where is she now? and the dr. said 5/6. So she's not out of the woods by any means but getting better and stronger each day. It was encouraging to hear but we've been warned that the life of the NICU is like a rollercoaster, she'll have good days and she'll have bad days.

Alison's discharge day!

I was so ready to come after being in the hospital for 16 days. I was excixed to be with my sweet girls again but it was definitely hard to leave Malia behind. It's comforting to know that she is getting the best of care and God has been so good at supplying us with a peace that is unexplainable. This was the passage from the bible I read earlier this morning: "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid" John 14:27