I'm going crazy.
21 days. 21 days. Living in the hospital. I have gone home 3 times- once for sleep, twice for laundry. They say we will probably go home tomorrow, but they said that last week too. I'm frustrated. I'm angry. I'm uncomfortable. I miss carpet. I miss walking around without shoes on. I miss pumping milk for Theo without someone coming in the room. I miss having a conversation with Travis without being interrupted. I miss making Theo's bottle without nurses needing to double check it and make notes in their chart. I miss changing his diaper without having to weigh it. I miss singing to him without the nurses commenting how cute it is. I miss snuggling with him on the couch. I miss my bed. I miss making my own breakfast, lunch and dinner. I miss having different outfits to choose to wear. I miss our home. I miss a conversation on the phone without losing connection. I miss reading a book or watching a movie without several interruptions. I miss sleep. I miss having a life o...