We had the alarm set for midnight as she was not allowed any feed past then. We didn’t need the alarm as we were still up. Then she decided to get fussy, and at 5 we got ready for the hospital.
We arrived and were taken in quickly, and at around 07:30h I left her in the capable hands of the surgery team, and was told to wait and we would be notified when she was done. It was supposed to take about 20-30 minutes. Well, 8, 8:15, and 8:30 went by with no news. Hmmmmmmmmmm, could be late a few minutes. 8:45, 9. Holy crap. Not good. Jill looks like she is going to pass out. I go check at the nursing station to find out that Ali was long gone to the recovery ward on level 5. No-one told us! Cripes. Bunch of %$#@&*%$^*$#@$%$#%$#, what are they trying to do to us!!!
We took off upstairs to find a very sleepy sweet little baby with a large tube sticking out of the middle of her. Thats one big tube! I’m sure we could plant her in the garden out front and use her as a lawn ornament! I think it would really save on diapers if she could relieve herself in the garden, but I’m sure Jill won’t agree. Somehow my brilliant ideas seem to go unappreciated at my house. Too many women there. I’m sorely outnumbered. Oh yeah, back to the baby.
Well, she seems tired, and sore. Her nose was finally clear for most of the day. By the end it started to get stuffed up, and she still was throwing up some, but the gagging was much better so far. There is still some, and her feeds are not going great, but we are working on it. I’m sure Jill will post much more pertinent information tomorrow, although it will not be as entertaining.

I’m going to bed.