Congratulations to Us, Thanks to Jesus!

...and a hearty slap on the back to the lawyers and accounts payable department at the hospital.

Our third Bundle o' Joy started giving momma a hard time during Wednesday night church services and by Thursday morning we had another son. They sent him off with us wrapped in a diaper, long-sleeved shirt, and (count 'em) two blankets to go to the mother/baby ward where our room was a good 80 degrees. Then he was feeding at momma's breast for 40 minutes.

Dadgum if he didn't go and get overheated.

100.9 rectally ain't no joke in a newborn, but it was down over a half degree in less than half an hour. We didn't think too much of it when they took t-bili and CBC samples. Our first son was a very much more yellow baby and the same hospital told us to leave him by sunny windows as they sent us home. And our kids, when they get hot, we undress them and cool the room and problem solved. Mind you, this was at 36 hours postpartum. We were literally about to go home in a few hours.

Fast forward a day and the baby is under blue lights and the CBC came back clean at 24 hours. Fast forward another day and the on-call pediatrician is saying she wants yet another overnight observation period. We point out the timing of the CBC draw and it gets revised to 7PM Sunday, instead of maybe 10AM Monday. Whoopsy, I got my math wrong she says. Yeah, easy for your wallet to say.

Anyhow, thanks to the grace of God and no real surprise to us, little M.K. is home and doing just fine, thank you.

I won't go into how I missed a homework deadline and possibly a multi-thousand-dollar-profitable car sale because being in hospital is as close to off the grid as a person in a city can be.

Oh well.