home again, home again. . .

Well I left Shelly in the very capable hands of family and dr's and nurses. She is doing well still. Hopefully going to go home on Thursday (at almost 32 weeks pregnant) and stay there until she is 37 weeks pregnant. Then she can have baby Taylor. And we will love baby Taylor for all the work and stress she has caused everyone. I am grateful for medicine, for good dr's and nurses, and for the regular days of good health.  

 Unfortunately we got down graded from the Birthing until to a regular floor. . . it was a tiny room. I slept on the chair that pulled out into a bed.

I called the sink area our kitchenette. Michelle told me to just pretend we were on a cruise. We had house keeping, room service, around the clock care, and we were mashed into tiny rooms with tiny bathrooms. It wasn't a far stretch. . .ok it took a lot of imagination while I browsed the cafeteria for food. They didn't quite have the cruise spred. 

The last picture before I left. I miss my Shelly and hope that uterus of hers will let that baby hang out there for a few more weeks.