Things are moving quickly around here.
And I am beginning to hear the word discharge date. Doesn’t that have a nice ring to it?
Yesterday, Mom had to bring in my car seat to demonstrate her aptitude in the use of said device. I had to demonstrate an ability to maintain my vital signs, midline posture (with the help of rolled receiving blankets and adult washcloths – it’s really quite the process), and head control.
I was resting peacefully before the test.
And then Mom and I were having the loveliest conversation. Something about circuses and the Electoral College. Which I hope are separate things.
And then this car seat nurse appeared. Enthusiastic and knowledgeable. But I had my suspicions. I really want to go home to the Rowdy 7 and Dad. But this car seat thing is for the dogs. Mommo promises me that she will sit in the back seat and talk me through my first car ride home.
Mom says it is important to express your feelings. Any questions about my reaction to the NICU Car Seat Challenge?