We are home and have been since about noon today. They retested Korrigan's bilirubin levels (I think they did a blood test instead of the one on the skin) and her levels were much lower than they had been. So they were comfortable with her going home with the stipulation that she be seen by her pediatrician in two days. I'll take it. We have an appointment on Thursday morning. Hopefully all is well and she is gaining some weight back by then.
My milk has either come in or is super close to coming in. Most moms out there will understand when I say my boobs are hard (not painful yet!) and huge! Now I just hope she gets the whole latching on thing soon so she can get some nutrients and I get some some relief before things get out of hand.
Aunt Kelsie and Finn met us at home. Finn's first thing, "Hi baby Korri!" So cute. Then about half an hour later, he fell apart. We don't think he is feeling well. He will be fine one minute and then lose it for no apparent reason the next, almost as if he is in intermittent pain. He napped for almost 2 hours, which is great and is a crank right now. Jim and I are taking turns trying to make him feel "special" but I really don't think the majority of his mood is from Korri. I'm really looking forward to Finn's bedtime, so we can relax a little bit.
Nearly half a million babies (1 in 10) are born premature in the US each year which is higher than that of most other developed nations. This is the journeys of our first born son, Finnegan, who was born 14 weeks early and weighed only 1 pound 15 ounces at birth. Of our daugher, Korrigan, who was born a healthy 7 pounds, 7 ounces at 37 weeks. And of our second son, MacKeegan, who was also born at 37 weeks at a whopping 8 pounds, 13 ounces. Our continued adventures reminds us daily how good God is.