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Darian has a slighly elevated bilirubin level, which means that's she's a bit jaundiced in regular-speak. Now this fact isn't overly astounding in and of itself, nor is her condition life-threatening or even overly worrisome. She was supposed to go home with a photo therapy setup and all was right with the world.

Except that the attending pediatrician told us her biliruben levels were fine. And except for the fact that our chosen pediatrician had never been called to come see our daughter because the hospital hadn't bothered to update the nursery's information about her for the last five years.

And all this as we were literally packed up, discharged, and headed out the door. We've had the nurses from the floor, the charge nurse and even the nurse manager up there, kissing our ass and trying to explain just how badly they managed to screw this up.

So yes, she does need photo therapy, and yes, she could have done it at home, but they didn't have any of the lights set up for us and then couldn't find any for us once we were discharged.

Kim's staying at the hospital again tonight, in what's called "boarding" (which is where they let parents stay in a room the hospital doesn't need, free of charge, and the nurses and staff treat said parents like ostracized Amish people caught using a zipper). She'll be feeding the baby throughout the evening, and then sending her back to spend some more time under the combination heat leamp/tanning bed thing. And maybe we'll come home tomorrow.

More pictures to follow soon.