Gidget? Ganesh? Google?

Since landing on the nickname of GG, or Gigi, it seems it might stick around for a bit.  Not really as a name, but just as a cute reference to her dads.  A nick name that those who were there from the beginning will know.  We're waiting to be discharged from the hospital, and head to one hotel or the other.  It turns out that the lovely Lakeside Chalet doesn't have anything available until Thursday, so we have to go to a place in Juhu, another part of town, far away from Powai, but luckily where the Italian restaurant is located.  (Move over, palak paneer.).

First try with the pacifier.  Like crack for babies.

View out the window.

Ok, I'm coming back to this post after a long day, the title of which should be "The Really Awful Terrible Horrible Day".  It began rather innocuously, Gigi was up sort of early, comfortably hung out with her for a bit.  They came and said they would do one test today and then send us home.  The test was an ultrasound of her kidneys as she has a small skin tab near her right ear, and there seems to be some sort of concurrence between tabs and kidney problems.  (There's no problem, not to worry.)  Also, I received a call from Nisha in the PR (patient relations) office to tell me that the photographer that takes pictures of the babies for their passports would be showing up at around 11.  It then began.  Steve went to take her down for the sonogram at 9:45 while I did a couple of things in the room and came back saying it was terrible for her, a cold instrument being put to her, and she came back all upset.  So we fed her and she fell asleep, just in time for the photographer to come in and demand that she be awake with both eyes open and looking straight ahead while a bright flash kept going off.  It was impossible to wake her, we tried everything short of torture, and the photographer's bedside manner was making me crazy.  Plus he had the wrong lens on, I'm sure, so that her portrait had that wide angle effect and you couldn't see the requisite ears.  Finally that was done, and they brought in a urine collecting bag so that they could do the metabolic screening I asked for.  So they tape the plastic thing around her privates, sort of folded it up in and under, and then put diaper on top of that.  When she finally peed, (I tried everything to make it go faster, even resorting to putting her hands in warm water.), they came up to do the other part of the screening, the heel test.  So this doctor comes in and sticks her heel with a needle, few times, to get enough blood, and to make it worse, as she's screaming her head off, he kept snapping his fingers in front of her and saying, "Baby. Baby.  Stop Crying.  It's Over.  Baby....", when it clearly wasn't over.  This was the absolute worse for me.  It upset me to no end.  All I have to say is thank God she's not a boy, as I don't think I would survive a bris.

The checkout procedure took forever, and we finally were whisked away to our place in Juhu by our charioteer, Moinideen.  But it's a little shocking being out of the cocoon of the hospital and back in the real world.  Our hotel in Juhu is pretty mediocre, though it's costing us more than the lush apartment.  The staff's been very nice to try accommodate us, but it's just a mediocre place.  We are using Mary's travel bed for the first time (Thanks, Mary!) and Tamar's car seat (Thanks, Tamar!) and the great blanket from Claire (Thans, Claire!).

Also, we are so blown away by all your lovely comments, I wish we could respond to them all.  Know that we loved reading every one of them, and are quite moved by the show of love and support.  Can't wait for everyone to meet her.

I promise.  That's my happy look.