It’s been a nice stay, but we are ready to go home. I would recommend this hospital as a great place to have a baby to anyone; my only complaint is the same complaint that you hear time and time again – the food is terrible. I’m pretty sure that’s why they have Subway and Chick-Fil-a on the first floor.  

I have to tell one funny story on myself… Sarah has generally been the one changing the diapers as needed. This little girl has been really ‘moving’ if you get my drift. This morning I was about to hand Lacie to Sarah to eat and Sarah said check her diaper. It was loaded –again- so I started the process of getting her changed. Moments later there was a knock at the door and all of the sudden we had an audience of six – the head pediatrician, 3 students and a nurse. The pooh at this point is really like black tar and sticky. Additionally, little girls have lots of little places for it to get stuck. I was struggling to be gentle and get her clean. I probably used about 15 wipes – they kept getting stuck together and would not come out of the package. Lacie was doing her morning aerobics, moving her feet like crazy and of course screaming at the top of her little lungs. I could feel the sweat bubbling on my brow as the pressure mounted with all these people looking on. It wasn’t like they talking amongst themselves while this process was taking place. Nope – dead silence (except for Lacie) and all eyes on me. I finally got her clean and went to put the new diaper on and she sprang forth like a little fountain. Now her little shirt is wet, the blanket is wet, the couch is wet, I’m wet, and bonus - I have to start over with the wipes. The pediatrician said, “Havin’ a little trouble there, (major understatement) don’t worry you will be an old pro at this in a couple of days.” I smiled sheepishly as I handed Lacie to him – glad that moment was over.  

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