To a smaller hospital where they can address Samuel's less intensive needs. The Level III nursery he was at was at full capacity, with lots of little, more critical babies. Sam needs help with feeding, growing, breathing. Lots of help with breathing. For the past few weeks, there was talk of Sam stepping down a level so he could be closer to home (literally a five minute WALK away, compared to a thirty-plus minute drive.) We got word that he was healthy enough and a room was available on Saturday, March 26 around noon. That is the best 25th birthday present my husband could ever have! He was transported at 4PM and when the ambulance came by, it was bittersweet. We were happy to move forward but we loved each and every moment with Samuel's care staff. We'd rather not be in that position at all, but his primary nurses and staff were phenomenal. We're forever grateful to them and ever bonded to them for helping us all during this stressful yet happy time.
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| This is his "woe is me" look. |
We took a bunch of pictures before we left his home of 8 weeks.
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| Last "Portuguese Word of the Day: adeus." |
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| My beloved Ameda Elite. |
And so our journey begins with a new environment and a new care team. Our neonatologist also works at the Level III a few weeks out of the year, so I do not doubt the quality of care at all. Our biggest adjustment will be from having a 180 square foot room to ourselves down to a 300 square foot room for 4-8 kids. When Sam got to the hospital, there were 7 babies! It sure was a tight fit. Today, two babies were discharged and the room is far more comfortable with just 5 babies.
They first put him in a small plastic bassinet but they quickly realized that was too small for him. They laid him in a crib just like at his other room! The doctor is thrilled that Mike and I know Samuel so well, and was happy to see how big and strong he is for the hurdles he has jumped. We're proud of him, too.
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