After carefully weighing my options, I decided to go home last night.
The nurses gave me their blessing to go; there was no danger of infection since Allie had been at home just the day before.
Joe stayed with baby Allie, happy to be needed and confident that he could handle her without me.
I brought dinner (from Burger King – a special treat) when I picked Grace up from our friend's house. She squealed and danced when I opened the front door.
On the way home, I asked Grace who she wanted to stay with today.
No one, she answered. I'm coming to the hospital with you.
“Oh, Gracie. I really wish you could,” I responded. “But you can't. There are so many sick babies and children there that you could get sick. I don't want you to have to stay in the hospital, too.”
Neither of us mentioned the hospital again.
When we got home, Grace sat on my lap, and I put my arms around her. We watched her new favorite tv show on the Tivo (Jake and the Neverland Pirates) while we cuddled and giggled.
By 8 o'clock, Grace and I were both exhausted. We climbed into my big bed together, pulled up the covers, and fell asleep.
Shortly after she began to snore, Grace draped her arm over me.
Waking up in the darkness, my hip tingled, Grace's arm laid over me, and her body was so close that she may has well have been a chick sitting underneath a hen.
She was taking no chances. She wanted to make sure I didn't go anywhere; she needed to be close.
She was close.
All night long.
Once, I woke up because I was precariously close to the edge of the bed. If I'd rolled over breathed deeply, I would have fallen to the floor.
We slept twelve hours, cuddled together like fowl.
When we woke, we shared a banana, read books, and called to check on Allie. As the baby whined on her father's shoulder, Grace said, She's saying hi to me, isn't she? She misses me!
The time came for me to shower and return to the hospital, and I hugged and kissed my Gracie Anna and dropped her off at Grandma's house.
She ran into the house, not at all concerned that I was leaving without her.
What a difference a few hours makes.
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