Coming Home

I have to admit, I really enjoyed my time in the hospital.  People are always asking what you need, they bring you food that you didn't have to cook (and I could order what I wanted from a menu), they keep things clean, they watch your baby while you take naps, and, best of all, you have time to hold and enjoy your new, little, tiny, adorable baby.
The two days went quickly, but by then, I was ready to go home.  I left the hospital on Mother's Day.  It was a great day.  I got some quiet time in the morning, a special gift from the hospital, a special lunch and then time with my family at home.
The family came to pick us up about 2pm.  I had packed up, gone over paperwork with the nurses and was ready to go when Greg and the kids got there.  It is always a bit nerve-wracking to take a newborn home, but we were ready to be home.

I got him dressed in his coming home outfit (sorry, Greg - I know by now that boys wear clothes and girls wear outfits).  I thought he looked so cute.  It was the first time we had put him in clothes and not a onesie from the hospital.

The kids were excited to put Guard in his car seat; more excited than Guard was.  Doesn't he look so tiny in that huge car seat?

When we left the hospital we were sent home with a lab order to take him in the next day for a billirubin test.  Why do all of our kids have jaundice?  (We had to have him tested two days and then his levels were coming down enough that the doctor wasn't worried.  He did look a bit orange for a few days.)
It was wonderful and a bit weird to have him home.  We spent some time as a family and then went to Greg's parents to visit and wish his mom a Happy Mother's Day. 
He has been such a good baby so far and mostly sleeps, so I can't complain.  But it is all still an adjustment.