The day actually started out a little weird. Juliet was admitted to the hospital the night before after a full day in the children's ER to monitor her heart, all because we had that scare with my Grandma's pills. If everything looked normal, we were told we would be discharged by eight am.
I was exhausted from three middle of the night EKGs but pumped to get to enjoying our vacation again. THANK GOD everything looked normal and the docs felt that Juliet had not in fact ingested any pills, and by 8:30 we high tailed it out of there.
Last hospital photo only moments after our last EKG.
As I looked out to sea, and watched the sea birds swoop in and out of the waves I held my baby close. She breathed heavily against me, and never stirred. I needed those two hours. I let the sun and sea and sand wash away all those worries and memories from the hospital. (The children's ward in the ER is a sad sad place to be.)