I Feel Your Pain Sally Field

Have you ever seen “Not Without My Daughter”? I feel like Sally Field. Noah has Jaundice, you know where the liver isn’t getting rid of enough dead red blood cells so the skin looks yellowish. Well, because he was three weeks early and the Jaundice factor, he has been under the blue UV “tanning booth” getting his tan on.

Normally I wouldn’t mind that EXCEPT that we came home from the hospital on Sunday morning and little Noah is still locked up with no end in sight. The doctor said that he might be able to come home this morning. Well, yet again, it’s close to midnight and here I sit in a Noah-less house. Alas, the mighty Iranian empire is holding fast to my son. (That is a reference to “Not Without My Daughter.” The Iranian government has nothing to do with our hospital or our son.)

So what do we do? We do what any good parent would do, we march in there and demand our son! “Give me my son you stinkin’ Iranians!” You may laugh, but that thought has crossed my mind. B could act like she is needing to feed him and I could sneak up behind the nurse and konk her on the head with a bed pan and then we could grab him and make a break for it! I’ve sized up the rent-a-cop that guards the front door, I could take him.

Anyway, all that to say that Noah is still taking up residence at the hospital. He should be coming home tomorrow. If not, you can see me on the headlines at CNN.com tomorrow night.

“Psycho Father Steals Son from Hospital and Burns it Down.”

Keep on keepin’ on Sally Field, I feel your pain.