It's hard to believe that just 2 days ago we welcomed Jackson into our lives and today we are welcoming him into our home. This morning was a busy one at the hospital. Jackson was seen by the hospital pediatrician and was pronounced absolutely beautiful, healthy, and strong. He weighed in at 6 lbs. 14.7 oz., nearly a pound short of his birth weight despite his eagerness at each feeding. This morning the nurse also removed the staples from my incision and my doctor told me we were free to check out.
I did my best to be nonchalant about the dismissal, suppressing the urge to break out in the Hallelujah Chorus. Ah, we're going home. Finally!
And so we packed up our belongings and prepared to leave behind the hospital food, the uncomfortable bed, the freezing cold air conditioning, and the nurses who interrupted our sleep at all hours of the night to take my temperature and blood pressure.
We said our goodbyes to Soon, the sweet nurse who had seen us through the past 48 hours, and piled into the car. We made a pit stop before heading home. Panera. Throughout the last 40 weeks I'd craved Panera caesar salads and so it only seemed appropriate that I should request that as my celebration meal.
It was delicious.
And now we're home. It feels amazing to be at home with our son. And it's not just because the food is better, the bed is ten thousand times more comfortable, the air temperature is above freezing and there are no nurses to randomly wake us throughout the night. It's a surreal experience to come home one day and walk up the stairs to our apartment carrying a diaper bag and a newborn baby. Not just any baby. OUR baby. Wow.
Life as we've known it is definitely over...in a really, really good way. No, make that a GREAT way!
Blankenship party of 3...ready to leave the hospital in our wake.
Soon & Me.
Comfy bed. No "DO NOT DISTURB" sign necessary.
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