After night two, we had enough!!! We asked the doctor first thing in the morning to let us go free and he gave us our walking papers. Before they let us go though, they had more torture in store. Daddy was required to lug the car seat up the the room and fit the baby into the seat. Easy enough, right? Then we were told that the baby couldn't be walked to the front door in the car seat and had to be held by mommy who, even though she had learned to walk (really just a shuffle) again, was required to sit in a wheelchair to get to the front door. So out of the seat came the baby again. I'm still ok at this point. Here is baby, mommy, and daddy at the front door about to reach freedom (and yes, we did color coordinate...).
At this point, the silly technician said I needed to strap the carseat in the car and then put the baby in. Now, the carseat we bought has a base that stays strapped in the car and a carrier for the baby. With the base installed in the center of the backseat of my truck, there is no way possible I can squeeze the baby in when the carrier is in the base. I looked at the technician and said that the carrier does not strap into the truck and that only the base straps in and the carrier clicks into the base. She said, "No, you have to strap the car seat in before putting the baby in." I was thinking, you have to be kidding me but OK. So I agreed to go get the truck and show this silly technician what I was talking about. I clicked the carrier in the base and showed her that I couldn't possibly get the baby in the seat. I asked if I could take the carrier out, put the baby in, and then click it back in. The technician said "just do whatever you want", and then walked away. Now I was hot, but at least she was gone...Anyway, we were on our way home.
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