We were so excited about going home! We put Emma in the car seat and were shocked at how tiny she looked. She hated the trip home! It was a 2 hour drive and she screamed the whole time. I sat in the back with her and tried to calm her. She cried so hard she started turning blue and I was scared. I didn't care about the law at that point. I took her out of the seat and tried to get her to stop crying and start breathing. She was too upset by then. The hospital had arranged for a nurse to meet us at the house so we just kept going. When we arrived the nurse wasn't there yet so we tried to put the oxygen on her and get her color back to normal. We were both so scared and our hands were shaking. The nurse finally got there and she told us later that she wanted to turn and run because she was scared too! Together, we were able to get Emma calm and give her some oxygen. She started to breathe and look better and her heart rate went down to a normal level. It was late by then and we were exhausted. We took turns sleeping. Emma was attached to several moniters and a feeding pump so we spent our days and nights in the living room where her bassinet was. We eventually developed a routine. I was so afraid I would give her the wrong medicines that Dean would come home each time and help me. After a while I became more comfortable. The days were filled with tension and fear but they were also filled with joy and smiles. We were so happy to be a family again. Allie was back with us and getting to know her little sister. She loved her. She was such a big help and always ready to cheer Emma on in her therapies. Everyone would make comments about Emma being an angel but I always believed that Allie was the angel. She was so sensitive to Emma's needs right from the start and also to ours. God really blessed us with both our girls.