While on vacation, we spent a lot of time with family. We just sat and talked and talked and talked. We were visiting with some cousins and they were asking all about E: why was he early (I had HELLP), was it serious (um, yes), will it happen again (I hope not). One of the hubster’s cousins is a nurse, so she was really interested in the story.

And I learned something new. While I was up in recovery, my nurse asked me what my baby’s name was. I told her “Ethan.” Well I guess, I was still pretty groogy from the surgery and she thought I said “Nathan.” She called down to the NICU to report that mom said baby’s name was Nathan.

This part I knew.

What I didn’t know was that the NICU had put Nathan on E’s paperwork, eventhough, the hubster told him that was wrong. So for a few hours, Ethan was a Nathan.

You learn something new every day!

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