Suspicious

Addie seems to be improving quickly now. They've moved her out of her plastic cocoon and into an open air crib. They still keep the room temperature at a balmy 78 degrees, but it's a step in the right direction towards coming home. She is also feeding by mouth a couple of times a day, so things are certainly looking up. Hopefully she'll be home soon.

I rode my bike to work today. In order to have something other than sweaty bike clothes to wear there, I had to ride with a backpack filled with my work clothes and then change into them when I got there. After work was over, I changed back out of my work clothes into my bike clothes and rode to the hospital to meet Katie. By the time I got there it was 6:10 and the NICU closes for an hour starting at 6:30, so I was in a little bit of a rush to get in there. Originally we planned to have Katie come out and open the car up, but there wasn't time for that anymore. I found our car, put on some jeans from the backpack over my bike shorts, hid the backpack underneath the car, then ran inside. I cooed Addie for 10 minutes, then Katie and I headed back out to the car. As we were walking past the front desk there were three security guards chatting with the receptionist. I noticed they were eyeing me a little bit as I walked past, but I didn't think much of it. When I got back to the car and looked for the backpack... it was gone. Who would want an 8 year old backpack full of dirty clothes? Then I remembered the security guards. I started walking back towards the front desk, and sure enough, here came two of them in my direction. Turned out someone had reported a "suspicious backpack" underneath our car. The guards were nice enough to retrieve it and take it into the hospital to keep it warm. I'm just glad the guards didn't freak out and call in a bomb squad. I can just see myself looking like a moron as a I try to explain it to the TV news reporter.