I mean the title in a good way. I think. I must repeat... holy crap. I went to the hospital as is my usual habit, settled in with Charlie in my arms, and continued reading a book. Nurse Debbie came in and we chatted about how well Charlie is doing. Nurse said that based on weight, Charlie could come out of the isolette & into an open-air bassinet. This just amazed me and I was thrilled! Then, as Nurse perused his chart, she asked if anyone had "talked dates" with me yet. I knew she meant when Charlie would be discharged. I said the last thing I had heard - a couple weeks if things continued to go well. She laughed. I felt a stab of excited dread. She said, "if he does well in the bassinet, he'll be going home this weekend." WHAT?!
Jaw hit the floor. I started laughing. Almost cried. What?! I told her my mom was coming this weekend so we could shop for things we needed; Nurse laughed again and said, "I think you need to go out shopping tonight. Your mom can help you set things up." I said I didn't even have a carseat! Nurse reiterated - "You might want to go out shopping tonight." Apparently I appeared so dumbfounded she felt the need to call the Resident Doctor in. He agreed with Nurse's assessment and explained to me the following:
Assuming no setbacks, Charlie has to be in open air for 48 hours. If all goes well, he can be discharged. Since we want a circumcision, that will probably be scheduled for Thursday; so he would be ready for discharge on Friday at the earliest. Of course, we can't quote him on that - but he figured it would be this weekend.
Oh, my gosh. Holy crap. I called Doug and left a message, which he thought was a pretty funny joke. He's still trying to recover from the near-heart attack. And we did go out tonight to get the basics to get us through the weekend - bottles, diapers, and oh yeah, a carseat. A few other little things that we figured we'd need (baby lotion, sheets for the bassinet). I'm hearing rumors of family & friends wanting to celebrate Charlie with showers in the future once things are settled, so I didn't get too much. The Hardy family again came to the rescue and had Roman over to play Star Wars on the Wii so Doug and I could shop in peace. And then loaned us their bassinet.
So we've got sleep, poop, and milk covered. I think we're good for now.