Frida Sofia

So I am back in PICU... I was home for exactly 2 weeks. My oxygen levels were low and mommy and daddy brought me in just to be sure everything was ok. By the time we got here my numbers went back up, I didn't want to be back. Well lets just say I cried a lot when they took my temperature, blood pressure, echo, etc. I thought I would be able to scare them off but it didn't work. They finally took me from the ER to the 9th floor. I started to see familiar faces. Once I got to PICU everyone was saying my name with joy. Well they said they were happy to see me but not this soon. They all took care of me and treated me like a princess so mommy and daddy could finally get some rest. The next morning was when I realized that a 24 hour observation might turn into more time. I'll be ok as long as I have my blankets, my elephant, my boppy, mommys milk, and my green paci.

Everything was going so well with the way my heart was recovering, the way that I was eating, and boy am I social. The doctors finally discharged me after being in the hospital for about 80 days. Let me tell you about the stroller, who ever invented that was a genius! How awesome is it that mom and dad get to push me and I keep seeing new things. The car is a whole other story. I really don't understand why they stop randomly. They tell me it has to do with lights and how they have to stop when its red. Well I'm glad I am not driving because I don't know my colors yet; how would I know when I need to stop? I usually do stay awake for a while looking out the window the majority of the time. There is so much to see. The sun is way too bright and hot for me, but then again I love to be on the go. Coming home for the first time was amazing. Daddy took me around the whole place telling me what was what. I was secretly looking around for nurses to be sure I was really fr