Lucy's home!

The past four days couldn't have gone any better. An excited wife rang me at work on Tuesday to let me know that Lucy was being taken off all monitoring and, that barring any mishaps, she'd be coming home on Thursday. And that's exactly what ended up happening!

So Robyn went in on the train at lunchtime to attend to discharge formalities and do a short baby-CPR session. Then when Oscar woke up from his daytime kip it was the boys' turn to make their final trip up the freeway to King Eddie with Lucy as an inpatient. After checking Os into creche, I headed up to Special Care Nursey 1 for the final time (I'm just as confident that we're done at two progeny as I have been watching Black Caviar perform track gallops in Group 1 races this past 18 months).

Firstly we said goodbye to today's nurse, Karen, who's been one of 30 or 40 primary care givers for Lucy since the 24th of January. Karen was nice enough to snap our leaving pic:

Then it was downstairs to the creche to pick up Lucy's big brother. Now, the wee man loves creche like nothing else (they've got good trains there, go figure) but when he saw his little sister he ran over as fast as lightning to say hello through the gate to someone he'd previously only seen in photos and on a CCTV screen:

And then he couldn't wait to show Lucy the yar yar:

And now Os is in bed, I'm writing this on the couch, and the 2 ladies in my life are lounging rather contently next to me. Life rarely gets any better.

I'll pop back on here is a few days time to tie all of this up with some final thoughts and proper acknowledgement of the many people who have helped us through the past 114 days. But for now I'm off to enjoy having our daughter where she (finally) truly belongs. Home.