About twenty minutes after I arrived back in the recovery room to check in on Kel, they informed us that they would be moving Kelly down to her room on the 4th floor. Thankfully, she would be just down the hall from the NICU, and that much closer to Davis (who at this time was still, “Baby Turner,” or “Baby Boy Turner,” shortened by the NICU staff on his card to “BB Turner.” This caused no end of amusement as we came up with names for the BB initials; Kelly’s dad & sister took the cake with “Bubba Buford Turner”.)
I scurried about to get everything packed up and ready to move from the labor/delivery room we had occupied most of the day. On the way down to the room, we stopped by the NICU and Kelly got to see our son for the first time. This was also when I took our first pictures of our son. The NICU staff had shot a couple of Polaroids earlier, when he was first brought down, and I had showed those to Kel, but they really didn’t do him justice. And yes, I will be posting a photo gallery very soon.
After the visit, we got Kelly down to her room and in to her bed (which was an arduous process and quite painful for Kelly; I don’t think they could have found us smaller nurses than the three who had to get Kel moved).
Fairly soon after that, Kelly’s parents and sister arrived, having caught a flight out of New Orleans around 7:00 PM; the time was now after 10:00 PM. Mucho gracias again to Gary & Drew for picking the Lannings up at the airport, bringing them out to the hospital, then getting them back to our house.
The Lannings had left New Orleans without knowing Davis had been born; Pat, Kelly’s mom, had turned off her mobile phone about five minutes before I called with the news, as they had boarded the plane and were pulling away from the gate. There was some visiting from all, I showed off the few pictures I had, then everyone decided it was time to call it a night.
Since the NICU staff was going to be busy with Davis, and Kelly was going to fall asleep pretty quick (though later I found out she didn’t sleep well at all that first night), she and I decided that I should at least try to get a decent night’s sleep in our bed, so I went home, too.
And our son still didn’t have a name…
Posted by retrophisch at August 27, 2003 09:37 AM