You Know You Have Been in the Hospital Too Long When...

You know you have been in the hospital too long when you know the names of every doctor, nurse, tech, and custodian that work on TWO floors.  When you pass them they ask, "You're still here?" or "How is she doing today?"  (The nurses at our hospital are amazing.  I have made so many new friends in the past few days.)

You know you have been in the hospital too long when your husband cooks a meal at home and brings it to you for dinner.

Beef pot roast amazingness.  I gobbled that right up.

You know you have been in the hospital too long when the prospect of unlimited free ice cream isn't even exciting anymore

and the thought of one more peanut butter and jelly sandwhich makes you nauseous.  

You know you have been in the hospital too long when you start using your daughter's UV lamp for special effects in photos. 

You know you have been in the hospital too long when you can't remember what your holiday decorations look like, but feel at home with a fake tree with fake presents underneath it.

(Ina's first picture with Santa)

You know you have been in the hospital too long when, after hearing that you have to stay yet another day, you lose it in front of your baby's doctor.  Lose it so much that she writes you a prescription for a margarita and tells you that you don't have a choice but to vacate the property for lunch.  

(My first beer in 9 months.  Delicious.)

You know you have been in the hospital too long when the flip flops you wore in there 7 days ago are no longer weather condition appropriate. Brrr....

So, Ina Mae's bilirubin didn't decrease fast enough.  We are here at least one more night.  Sucko.  I just keep reminding myself that things could have been so much worse.  I hope you all have better Saturday night plans!