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Neil had to go to the hospital on his own today. I had an appointment with my family doctor. My blood pressure is now normal. So the last pill is ditched. I also played “being on normal pregnancy leave”. That was great! I could spend one hour making her room nice with the last things. I pretended that I was still pregnant and making the room nice for a new baby boy/girl. The pretend lasted 5 minutes. Then I realized that I was making it practical for Mary Ann. I was thinking how I held her with a fabric diaper underneath her. That is the way that I lift her up the best. Therefore I organised the room with a lot of fabric diaper near the changing table. I also found the little bathtub with a special little chair for her to sit in. In that way I will not have any problems bathing her myself. We have borrowed these things from friends. So in reality I was defiantly realising that she was here our Mary Ann. Maybe this doesn’t make any sense, I just needed that pretend for a short while, thought.
The blood test shows no sign of too low blood percentage. Therefore she will not get any blood. Mary Ann had a couple of bottles with 10ml milk. The rest she had in the tube again. It’s so close now, so I’m eager to get her to eat it all in bottle. But we don’t get anything out of pressure her. We will have to wait. I’m counting in the meanwhile: she is supposed to gain 25g a day. She can get home when she’s 2500g. Tomorrow she must be around 1900g at least. That imply Mary Ann can get home round 26th. But if she gain round twofold as she used to it will be quicker. Since she will gain less now she’s eating from bottle my long term feeling that she should be home already middle of December seems far-fetched. Humph, maybe I should just stop calculating as well. Now I wonder, what is wrong with the old fashion way: enjoy every day God has given us with her – at the hospital or at home.