Mom arrived August 26, two days before Jack, and left 10 days later. While she was here she cleaned, cooked, ran errands, changed diapers, helped with feedings, and snuggled with Jack. She went with us to the hospital and spent some quality time knitting and waiting. She tried to find out what was going on behind the triage doors but, thanks to HIPPA regulations, registration lady was unable to tell her anything. Finally, registration lady showed her human side and said, "You didn't hear this from me but you may want to go to room 68 to see your grandchild." When we got home from the hospital, Mom snapped into action. She arranged for a house keeper to clean the house which was covered in a think layer of dog hair at this point. She cooked us dinner, complete with a little something green. She swept into the room at 5:00am with a smile on her face and took Jack downstairs to snuggle while Dan and I slept for another hour or so. She devised an unusual and successful method to deal with my breastfeeding woes that involved a plastic syringe, 3 pairs of hands, and copious pumping. When Dan drove her to the train station I sat at home nursing Jack and sobbing. I missed my Mommy already.
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