It feels like we're going away for 2 weeks.

Now that we've scheduled the baby to arrive on Tuesday, we're busy packing and making preparations.

It feels like we're going away for 2 weeks.

Hopefully it's only going to be two days. Last time it was 42 days in the hospital. I think that's probably why I feel like we're going away for 2 weeks.

Also, the hospital claims they don't supply blankets or diapers or wipes. So we have to pack all that crap.

This makes our luggage look HUGE as well. Yes, we have luggage.

I really hope we get a private room. I don't want to share a room with 3 newborns and then try and sleep in a chair beside Cindy's bed. But oh well. I've done it before and I can do it again.

A guy remembered someone from his pre-natal class.

Yesterday at work the delivery man said to one of the teachers, "Gord?? Is that you??"

"It's me - Mike! From our pre-natal class!"

Not that surprising a conversation - until I tell you that their prenatal class was 22 years ago. He remembered him from 20 plus years ago!

In our prenatal class with Jake we didn't stay in touch nor make friends with any parents. Of course, Jake was too sick so we missed our reunion.

Also we were a shy group and none of the parents really talked to each other much.

I do remember a few people from the class. Most notably a couple named Tim and Robyn, who were sort of like the class clowns.

They were the ones who made jokes throughout the class. The cool kids.

Cindy and I began calling our prenatal class the "Tim and Robyn show" because the class would be all about Tim and Robyn and their challenges of pregnancy.

So I suppose I will remember them for awhile - maybe even 20 years. Certainly if I bumped into them I doubt I would recall their faces though.

This time around we're not doing a pre-natal class. No point. We are doing a hospital tour, however, and it costs $25.

It's also an hour and a half. Why does it need to be so long? Maybe that takes into account bathroom breaks and slow waddling? Maybe the actual tour is only 10 minutes.

Jake's Gtube fell out yesterday so we rushed ot the hospital.

Stressful day yesterday. In the afternoon I get a call from the daycare saying that his tube has fallen out (and so there's a hole in his stomach). Normally, this isn't a problem. You put it back in. Or get a new gtube.

Problem is the daycare didn't notice for 3 hours. So the hole started to close. So Cindy and I rush to daycare, pull down his shirt and gasp with shock. The hole is a tiny little pinprick. We rush to the hospital and beg them to hurry up and give us a catheter.

If the hole closes, Jake needs another stomach surgery. That's a major surgery with possibly 2 weeks in the hospital.

The triage nurse is moving slowly. We insist it can be treated in 2 minutes. "Give us a catheter, now!" She says she cannot. A nurse and doctor have to come to look at the size. I tell her it's size 8.

The nurse says people are having heart attacks. I say, "But I can do it myself right this second. The hole is almost closed..."

Ahh good times.

In the end, they moved him back to a bed pretty fast and we got size 8 in him. A few hours later we eventually made the hole bigger by trying bigger sizes until the g-tube fit.

My lessons:

1) Get Jake out of daycare.

2) Have daycare move him to hospital in ambulance if this happens again. We can meet them there.

3) Buy a whole bunch of catheters from medical supply store.