|Sad little guy...|
Finally, on day three, we were told we could take him home. His cultures showed no signs of infection and he was getting a little better at eating. They wanted to be sure that I felt comfortable encouraging him to eat on his own and reminded me that if he still wasn't eating at home, then he'd have to return to the hospital. I was confident that I could get him to eat and didn't want him to spend a second longer in the NICU. Not that they didn't take great care of him, but our son's place was with his parents. If anyone could get him to where he needed to be, we could. Despite our confidence, we got an earful from our least-favorite nurse, Kathy...
Kathy is one of those people who thinks she's really funny, but is actually putting her foot in her mouth every time she speaks. As we were strapping Quinn into his car seat, she said, "I want to share some info with you about your little guy. He's not the brightest bulb in the drawer. He's lazy and very floppy, even floppier than his buddies. Make sure you feed him with the lights on so you can see his color. He has a tendency to choke on his food."
What. the. hell. lady. You just told parents of a new baby with Down syndrome that he's "not the brightest bulb in the drawer"?! Are you mad? Or just heartless? Or perhaps you're the one with cognitive issues? We were stunned. Floored. How does one even respond to that? I wanted to shout and make a scene, but we wanted to bring Quinn home more, so we held our tongues. We know we'll face these attitudes throughout our son's life, but we didn't realize it would be so soon (or so obvious). We've spent the past week marveling at how well he is eating, how strong he's becoming, and how wrong Kathy was. We've decided that we will constantly strive to prove Kathy wrong...so far Quinn has been excellent at this.
|In one of his "I-guess-this-guy's-ok" moments|