Sandoogans' Log

Still thinking I was going home. A year ago today, I was in the hospital, pregnant, thinking I was going to get to go home soon. I had been there two days so far, when the picture above was taken. I went in for what was suppose to be a "regular check-up" on the baby and ended up getting admitted. I remember when they told me they were admitting me I asked if I could go home the following day. They always said "Let's just do some tests and we think you should be home by tomorrow." Every doctor that came in asking me questions and giving me the rundown of what was going, I would always ask, "and then I can go home?" Some smiled and made me feel like I might be going home that same day. Others chuckled and said, "We'll see." I think by evening of the second day I realized I wasn't going home. By the time I was finally able to go home I didn't want to leave anymore.

Emma 3 Months Old Our newest addition decided to surprise us by coming a month earlier than expected. True it wasn't by choice, but she's here and we are thrilled. It has been a bit difficult this past week. Being told that I was getting induced because it was safer for the baby outside the womb, rather than inside, having to leave the hospital without my baby, trying to keep a happy face for Sami and having to wonder when Emma will be coming home. It's hard trying to keep it together, for Mr. Andrade and myself. I've broken down a few times and keep getting paranoid about falling into a depression. I'm grateful my baby is ok, I just wish she was home with us already. She'll be a week old tomorrow and it doesn't feel like it at all. I still feel like she's a day old; I think because she's still at the hospital. I miss being pregnant so bad and I think it's because my baby is not home. I'm sure she'll be home soon it's just gettin...