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The poor kid has had her heel poked three or four times to test her bilirubin, and it's not as simple as just getting a spot of blood or an entire vial-- It's a small little tube's worth of blood, which means a full-fledged needle stick is too much and a pin prick isn't enough. So what they wind up doing is a pin prick after which they milk blood out of it for the next five or ten minutes, pushing and pressing on her foot and wiping alcohol swabs over the hole to keep it from clotting up. It's kinda painful to watch, or even hear it being done, but she should only have one more of those to go through again at her follow-up tomorrow.

William is going to be ecastatic that Mommy and Baby Sister are home. He has been super with Darian and wants to hold her. I think the picture says it all about him and her right now. He wanted me to stay with him at school today but I told him that I had to go to the hospital and hopefully pick up Mommy and Darian. "I want them!" he pronounced, and promptly went over to play with his friends after I told him that I'd see what I could do.

So Darian is now home, sitting in a bouncy seat with her back to a sunny window, soaking up UV rays. Susan and Kim are both taking a nap, which they have both more than earned. And I get a couple of hours at home to chill before I return to the grind tomorrow. But at least I'm working from home.

Oh, and the contractors are supposed to show up again tomorrow. We'll see how that goes.