We only thought Avery was almost to sleep. Instead, she decided she was hungry again and so I just gave her a bottle and she is now swaddled in the pack 'n play with my trusty iPhone next to her playing my favorite classical piece ever, Claude Debussy's Clair de Lune.
Great time for part II of the story.
Saturday was pretty rough on Sarah. We woke up around 8:00am when the doctor came in to update her and check some stuff. When the doc left, Sarah said she was just going to go back to sleep and so I decided to use that time to go home and check on the dog.
Layla. Second to Sarah, she might have had it the worst of anyone. Her little world really got rocked. Mom and dad up and disappeared on Friday. Our neighbors (who she knows almost as well as us) took care of her Friday and Saturday night. Daddy kept coming home for brief windows at a time and would leave again. Then he comes home on Sunday, only to pack her stuff up and take her to a house she's never been to before.
A couple friends at church who had a little puppy of their own offered to keep her for a few nights and I thought Layla might like it, so she stayed with them for three nights. At first, their 6-month old Yorkie, Lucy, was not too thrilled with the introduction of another dog to her turf, but apparently by the end of the stay, Layla had another best friend. (Apparently, she also seemed to rediscover her taste for puppy chow and put on a few pounds.)
Sarah's parents arrived in town Saturday afternoon from Arkansas and her mother and I began tag teaming staying with Sarah in the hospital while would occasionally run home and continue to try to get things ready for a baby to come home. When you think you have three and a half weeks to clean and that gets shortened to a couple days, there's only so much you can do.
I got back to the hospital on Saturday evening got settled in for the evening. First off, UGA and Arkansas were playing at the same time. I was fully prepared to defer to baby mama and not even mention watching anything other than her Razorbacks, but, to put in perspective what the mag was doing to her, she said without question we were gonna watch UGA as she wasn't sure watching the R'backs was going to help her keep her BP down.
We awoke Sunday morning to great news, they were going to start weening Sarah off the mag. They came in and took it down to 50% and I am not exaggerating when I say that I could see the difference in Sarah within 5 minutes. I left for church and then ran home for a little bit. By the time I got back to the hospital, they had taken her off the mag completely and my wife was back to her wonderful self.
At the same time, things got a little tougher in that it was up to Sarah to keep her BP down herself until delivery or they would put her back on the mag.
