Goodbye, 41-4

For ninety-two days, Nyana has lived in 41-4 in BC Women’s NICU. Room 41, spot #4. Today, she upgraded herself to South Nursery, room #4.

It’s a private room—yes, just her and us—big enough for her crib and her things and a sweet glider we dragged from 41 and hid behind the crib in hopes that no one would see it and steal it. It’s roomy enough and private enough for Mum and Dad and Grandma—fresh off the plane this afternoon from Ontario—to fawn over her. It has its own sink and it has its own set of light switches, and best of all, her new room doesn’t have up to eleven other beeping babies demanding attention and activity at all hours of the day and night.

I spent my morning tidying the house in anticipation of my mother-in-law’s arrival for the holidays. Don met her at the airport and got her settled here at home before we took her up to meet her granddaughter—the first baby girl to be born on Don’s side of the family in more than 30 years! I just happened to check Facebook while I waited for jackets to be zipped and shoes to be tied, and this is what I stumbled upon.

How I learned Nyana had finally been moved.

I silently stewed for the entire bus ride across the city, trying to understand why the faculty at the hospital hated me so much that not only would they not honour my request for us to be put in the room in the back with our friends, but why they’d go beyond that and take a “Sure, we’ll move you out of the critical care nursery if that’s what you want. Here’s a private room away from everyone!” approach. Being an irrational Mum and not knowing why else they would behave this way, my mind instantly assumed that there was a medical reason why my baby was being moved to the south nursery—the place where babies who needed to live in isolation went.

Don and Nyana entertained Grandma while I chatted with the nurses and acclimatized myself to my our new surroundings. As the three of us passed her around and she spent the afternoon blissfully unbeepy, it slowly sunk in that we weren’t being sentenced to solitary confinement, but rather, we were being given the best opportunity possible to bust out of the NICU as soon as we could. With apologies to The Emperor in the back room—who will be checking out of the NICU soon (yay!) and who must wait until the springtime for an afternoon playdate along the seawall (boo!!)—Princess Stinkypants’ room in the south nursery is pretty swank, blissfully quiet, and quite deserved for a diva.

We’re comfortable in our new private room, and we’ve been assured that unless the hospital is suddenly overcome with six babies at once who all require isolation and/or solitary confinement, Nyana will stay in her comfortable room, flying solo, until the day we finally wheel her home. So maybe we didn’t get that room with a view we were hoping for, but we got the room that Nyana was hoping for, the one with no distractions interfering with her learning how to breathe. This private room is the best place for her. For all of us.

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About Mrs. B

Wife, mother, marketer--not always in that order. Lover of fine food, good company, and exceptional grammar. Mother of one former micro-preemie and one full-term monster baby. Building childhood memories in Vancouver's suburbs.
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16 Responses to Goodbye, 41-4

  1. Hoping to see pictures of this new private palace very soon! What good news that she has graduated!! and now has added a grandma to her entourage at bedside.

  2. Jackie (jmm) says:

    What wonderful news. I agree that the peace and quiet will be just what she needs to sleep and grow. It’s wonderful that she has a grandma with her to give her some extra Christmas loving. Wishing a blessed Christmas for you all.

  3. Kaili says:

    Yay!!!! I am so super happy for you guys!!! Flippin awesome timing- if you can’t have her home for Christmas, this sounds like the next best thing!! Merry Christmas!!

  4. tara says:

    Amazing to hear 🙂 private rooms rock. Des was almost always slapped in the middle of a room full of beepers. The 2 times he was in his own room, those were our fastest home times. P & Q yay!!

  5. T says:

    Yay Nyana! & Mom, Dad, and Gramma!!!!!

  6. Tom says:

    As they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. The Emperor will miss her but, we should be in South for a few days on our way out the door in a few weeks and they can get re-aquainted then. So happy that everyone I know has moved on from the big tent now. 41 was great in it’s day but, can’t say as we’ve missed it one bit.

  7. Juju says:

    Yay private room! Way to go, Nyana! Keep breathing, baby!

  8. Margie King/mak1 says:

    Oh, how wonderful! This is another big step for Nyana Rose. Of course, having her grandmother there will be extra support for all of you. Christmas blessings to your family!

  9. Sue (TVCH-Watching2) says:

    What wonderful news!! Rest, grow & breathe right out of that hospital, beautiful Nyana!

  10. Shannon says:

    Enjoy the private room – pretend it’s home! That’s what I did when I was in the hospital with Andre! Congrats on the upgrade – things are looking up!

  11. Mary Ward says:

    This just made my day. My heart is smiling for you.

  12. Heather Mullen says:

    Enjoy your sweet room – not home for the holidays but a nice change for sure!

  13. Stacey & Lucy says:

    Happy Happy Happy Lucy Dance for her soul sista!!

  14. Diana says:

    Sounds like just what Nyana needs to get those little lungs stronger and stronger – peace and quiet! 🙂

  15. Jennifer says:

    I am thrilled for everybody involved with Nyana. I hope indeed that being in a quiet private room helps Nyana get stronger and healthier.

  16. Linda says:

    Nyana knew all along what she was doing, she just wasn’t able to use all of the big, grown-up words to express to everyone what she had up her sleeve!! Nyana is not only my ladybug, but a very smart ladybug at that.
    Love from a very proud and happy Grannie!!

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