CHOC one up

I was OUT like a light. The baby was in the nurses care, T had to go to work, I zonked.
I think... I can't quite remember the order of things. I do remember not being fed until much later the next day, much to the annoyance of Dr W. I also remember that Lionel was not brought in to see me, and I was not really allowed to move around. I was hooked up to an IV and was in quite a bit of pain. My bikini line was a mass of staples and it REALLY hurt to pee thanks to the catheter that my cheery nurse inserted.
I THINK that the grandparents came and visited and that Lionel was brought around very briefly. I THINK I got super annoyed , and waddled my way to the nursery so I could see my son. Then...
The neonatologist comes in and says that the baby might be really ill, and that he would get better care at another hospital. T and I think NO WAY. I'm stuck in South Coast medical till Xmas. It's awfully late in the day. T has to go off to work. We've agreed to keep the baby at this hospital.
Then... confusion. The Dr wants Lionel to be in the NICU at CHOC... Is he really sick? I say do what's best for the baby.... So the Doc goes to make phone calls and my little son is to be taken from me and put in intensive care. I am hysterical. I waddle my way to the nursery when I am allowed so I can spend time with my baby before he is TAKEN AWAY in an incubator. It was like something out of a movie. A crew of people come in, they stick my tiny little boy with an IV, I'm sobbing, they cart him out in a special ambulance, and I collapse. Really. Like if you saw this on stage you would think it was over the top. They had to drug me to put me out.
I have cried like that once, and that was when my Abuelita died. I was unrecognizable the next morning. My face was so puffy I looked like the Elephant man.
I thought I was going to lose Lionel.