When our youngest was born, at home he was having some issues with breathing so we ended up transferring into the hospital which earned us a 13 day stay. Finn was an odd little bugger, they said that he was having brady and apnea spells, we found out later that he was actually having breath holding spells, the Ped Neuro that he now sees is convinced that Finn was perfectly fine in NICU but that he was mis-diagnosed so we ended up having to stay until he could manage to pass the 5 day test.
We were not treated well at the NICU, it was horrible, I was threatened and we were tortured while he was there. I have very few positive memories of that time, mostly they were when we were in the step down room waiting to discharge.
We had signed on our house when Finn was 3 days old, because of stalling from the sellers we were staying at DH's parent's house in the basement until we could move in. Finn was 5 weeks early, I was cleaning the bathroom of the new house when I started into labor. While I was with Finn in the NICU DH moved our stuff into the house.....almost 40 minutes away with the kids helping. We stayed at the Ronald McDonald House and at DH's Parent's house about 20 minutes away from the hospital. It was really crazy, we were without most of our stuff, and the new house was not really ready to move into but we had very little choice.
The day we were to discharge (which is done at 1pm)I went in as usual at 6am. Shift change was at 7 so I had an hour to feed him and get him ready for the hour we couldn't be in the NICU. Then I went back in at 8 to see him, the Doctors were miraculously on time for rounds that day and I was told to leave again....... about 30 minutes later when I was allowed back in I was told that he was to be discharged in an hour or so! I stepped out to call DH and tell him to get everything ready......he was at the Ronald McDonald House across the street with the other 4 kids. He started wrangling car seats into the truck and finished getting the kids ready.
When the nurse who was in charge of the discharge exam was checking Finn over I was told to get everything ready to leave, I ran across the street to get what I needed to bring him home. When I was allowed back in Finn was dressed and almost ready to go. We were hassled about everything up until then but suddenly they were anxious for us to be gone. I gathered him up, put him in the wrap and picked up most of his stuff. A really wonderful Dad whose twins were being discharged the next day helped me by carrying a few bags and the car seat. I went to leave and when we got to the security guard it was found that the new wristband that I had been issued the night before ( they required new ones every few days) was not a match for Finn's, his was smudged from getting wet and it was illegible. I was devastated..... I was stuck at the security desk while they called around to figure out what to do. The really nice guy who was carrying our stuff actually went out the front of the hospital and found DH, who was waiting with the other 4 kids. I had called him completely freaking out about the wristband thing and he drove over to try to help, but they wouldn't let him in the NICU with the kids and we didn't have anyone to watch them. (The kids were not allowed in the NICU the entire time because they were not immunized, due to our oldest son having a reaction)
When the security people finally figured out what was up, I was escorted back up to the NICU step down unit and we were issued another band to leave the hospital..... it tool an extra 40 minutes for all of this transpire!
After we managed to escape the hospital, DH had driven back to the RMH to get the kids fed because it was now lunch time! I walked across the lawn and then across the street to the RMH and we ate lunch together
We finished the laundry for the RMH and said our goodbyes ( they are still a huge part of our lives and it was really hard to leave) we got loaded into the truck and drove to DH's parent's house to get our dogs and the rest of our stuff. I drove the truck with the kids and DH drove the van with the dogs and the rest of our stuff. We drove the 40 minutes home and walked in..... to a house with only a bed for me and the couch cleared of boxes.....DH worked all night to get the kids beds setup, us fed and taken care of. We had boxes floor to ceiling in every room and no fridge or stove...... we did have a cooler and toaster and microwave(though I don't usually use one)
The next day some friends come over and helped us out to get settled ( though in retrospect I would have been happier actually having a babymoon with my little man......we needed to recover from the whole NICU experience)
We discharged on a Friday at around Noon, DH had to return to work on Monday, he had used all of his vacation up when Finn was in the hospital and we were so broke from not having income and buying the house. It was an experience to come to a new home, not organized with a new, little (he was under 5 lbs when we finally got him out of the NICU, they would not let me nurse him on demand, despite the repeated orders from our doctors nad our requests..... they didn't seem to get what on demand was). I think that the hardest part was that Finn had issues with heat and breathing and we didn't have an AC, so we ended up borrowing one ( it was the middle of August) and then it was easier to relax and know he was doing well.
The best thing was that our homeschooling group provides meals for a week for families with new babies, or other big events in their lives....... totally looking forward to that this time around
It made not having a stove for the first few days not as big of an issue!