The first day at home was, overall, a success. The overnight was a bit sticky, but we got through it. We had obviously never spent the night with him before, and he makes MANY more noises throughout the night than we expected. So it is hard to sleep when you think that every moment could be his last. I at least fell asleep a little bit. Kristi was up all night, pumping, changing and feeding. Finally, at 5:30 this morning, she came in and told me that she was done and needed to sleep. So I was up and took over while she collapsed and got some rest. She was just trying to do too much. So tonight we are both going to be getting up so I can feed while she pumps. Go Team Orr!
It is still very strange having him in the house. It is wonderful, and we love it, just still surreal that they really gave him to us. We have to learn to do things on our own without having the NICU staff there to guide us. It is all stuff that we did fine in the NICU (washing, feeding, changing, comforting), we just have to do it a little differently now. It is like we were victims of a severe brain injury and have to re-learn how to walk. We did it fine before, and we really won’t hurt ourselves, we just need to prefect our form.
So that’s what we’ve learned in day one: kids are like massive head trauma.
But we love it. We had a great time during the day. We had some fun tummy time, and then took a walk around the neighborhood with Lola. The neighbors from across the street ran over when Lola and I walked outside with Corin so they could get a look. Our friends next door (who are also having a baby soon – our pregnancy co-conspirators) also got their first look at out little guy tonight. I closed out today with a little light urination and some bubbling spit-up all over me. We’re still smiling.
He is even cuter now that he's home. He looks happy. Tormenting his parents must agree with him!
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