Hopefully I'm not jinxing anything by stating publically that Lyra is coming home tomorrow. I suppose I'll try to head it off by qualifying it to read thus; According to one of her Cardiologists, Lyra will be monitored tonight and unless anything happens that would prevent her from leaving, she will be discharged tomorrow.
Of course, Maren and I are pretty excited to get the heck out of the hospital. One thing about having been there for nearly 2 weeks, is that no one can give us the ol' parental-insider talk about how much sleep we're going to be missing. We now have more experience in the art of sleep deprivation than we would like.
A Murphy's Law moment occurred today. With the news of Lyra's immanent arrival at home, it was time for me to put the crib together. Naturally, half way through assembly I realize that it's not the right crib. I might have noticed earlier, like as in days earlier, except that Maren pretty much made the choice and I have to admit I probably wasn't paying attention at the time, as long as Maren liked it, it was fine with me. Later, I picked up the the crib from the warehouse around 7pm. They were closing up and of course wouldn't help me tie it down to the roof of the car. After getting it home I really didn't look at it again until today. Luckily I remembered that it had a drawer on the bottom and the side rail was movable, otherwise I might have completed it's construction, happy with getting that job done.