I made it. I hope no one was worried about me. Nicholas Cage never showed up (I'm not too upset about that). I got my hazlenut latte. And it was good, the nurse didn't lie, but I'm still undecided on whether or not it was worth the trip. I most definitely got lost and wandered up and down two sets of stairwells for a while. Then I roamed the third floor for about 10 minutes before finally breaking down and, yes, asking directions. I generally would not have done that, but by this point I was almost ready to call it quits and skip the coffee altogether but my stomach was yelling at me and I'm too stubborn. So I got a nurse to escort me. She didn't mind. I think she felt bad for me - she definitely would have if I had shown her the pitiful picture that was my so called map. An escort, several guard stations, and a parking garage later I end up at The Grind. The line is l-o-n-g. I'm tired, hungry, and had just worked my butt off to find this place - so I stay. And, unfortunately, I'm too concerned with trying to remember my way back that I totally forget to order a scone. I walk away with a tiny $3 drink and an empty belly.
On the plus side, while I was taking an unwanted daytripper through Johns Hopkins, Rambo was getting all those tubes out of his face. He is down to minimal 'tubage' on his body :) They did an open procedure as opposed to doing it laproscopically. Now his scar from his heart surgeries has been continued all the way down to his belly button.
He's the resident rockstar in the NICU.
He was resting comfortably when I left this afternoon.
I leave you with what is possibly the most adorable baby in the entire world. Sorry all you other babies, but I honestly believe that you just don't compare. ;)
And it has just been decided that the trip was not worth it. Sorry, Sharon, minus 10 points for you.