Since right after Avery’s shunt surgery the nurses have been talking to us about the mystical place in the NICU that to us was known as Room 200. This room is called the “step-down room,” and the “heat and eat.” These nicknames were earned because generally when babies are sent to that room their only real need is to eat more and grow. It is literally and figuratively, usually, the last stop before the baby is discharged from the hospital. We had first heard about the room during our first week in the NICU while we were in one of the support group meetings and then we would hear more about it as parents with whom we became friends talked about their babies being moved there. But it continued to remain foreign to us.
Early on Sunday morning we received a phone call telling us that Avie had been moved to this new world. I had personally resigned myself to not caring whether or not she was moved there; I was just looking for her to be moved home. Aside from that we had also become very familiar with the pace of the room in which she had spent all of her days with the exception of her short stay at Georgetown. And we had become attached to our nurses and doctors in that room. Nevertheless, progress is progress and I was happy with the news.
Our visit that morning brought us more good news. Two of the doctors that have cared for Avie for much of her time in the NICU had decided that they would continue to care for her despite the transfer to the step down room. The doctor explained that they had done this due to her extensive history, which could be viewed as hesitance to “dump” a new problem on one’s colleagues. But I am looking at it as more of a compliment that these doctors who have seen her through all that she has endured (not to mention dealing with Robin and I through all of it) want to continue to care for her until she leaves the hospital.
And speaking of leaving the hospital-I can’t believe that I am about to do this, but here goes-the doctor told Robin today that our departure will likely be even sooner than we had thought; as soon as early next week. I am still cautiously optimistic about such a prediction, but oh what a Christmas it will be if indeed she is released that soon.
My Christmas wish may well be granted.