Enjoying the New One

Another Day in Paradise

Today is our Anniversary. Andy and I have been married for seven years. Of course we weren't in a position to do anything glamorous--or even alone for that matter--but the day was pretty great anyway.

We spent time cuddling:

Playing games:

 Eating rootbeer floats:

 (and ice cream cones)

 And enjoying my pretty flowers:

Andy gave me flowers. I didn't get him anything. We didn't go anywhere or celebrate really at all. I'm not sure if I even showered. But I do think this has been one of my favorite anniversaries. I feel so blessed that he's in my life, and as a result of him being in my life, I have so many other things and people (three small ones to be precise) to be grateful for.

Meeting the Kids

My kids came home! They were full of stories and excitement about a week with their cousins, and they were thrilled to meet the new little guy. We had a few fights about the name--Autumn calls him Nicholas and Calvin insists on Nicky--but they're both in agreement that he's the cutest baby and we're glad that he's ours.

Meeting for the first time:

We took a million shots of the kids today. Here are some of my favorites:

Going Home

It's crazy how when you have a baby, there are always nurses hovering. It's hard to get a moment's peace. But the morning I want to go home, there's not a person in sight. My nurses were fantastic and I loved them, just saying it's hard to get out of there.

Andy and I waiting. We sat on the bed and watched some show about police in Alaska while the baby slept. Bored/Anxious/Annoyed:

 
Ready to go:

 

(Yes, these are the pjs I came in. I never finished packing my hospital bag, so I asked Andy to grab me some clothes. He brought a pair of skinny pants that didn't fit and a maternity shirt that has two buttons in the center that I only wear over a tank top because it was not meant to be worn alone. Unless you like everything hanging out. Bless his heart for trying.)

 

 Oh, look at the cuteness:

Finally at about 11am my doctor signed off on me leaving and the pediatrician signed off on Nick leaving. His bilirubin count was high--more jaundice tests required in 48 hours--he's been losing weight so we have to force feed him, but overall, his lungs look good and he's doing fine. Andy grabbed my prescriptions and we made it home around noon.

 

Autumn had already claimed the bassinet for baby Ariel:

Some less than flattering shots that Andy caught. They're terrible, but I love that they show how super tiny the baby is.

We left the kids at the reunion, and though I've talked to them once or twice and it's been nice to get some rest, I'm really missing them. I can't wait for them to come home tomorrow. A friend of mine brought us dinner--grilled chicken, salad, and fruit that was delicious--and Andy and I watched a funny movie. It was a relaxing day, it's good to be home, and I'm so glad to have my little guy in my arms--even if he did come weeks earlier than we'd expected.

Day Two at the Hospital

Today I was feeling great. I got up early and showered. Put on makeup. Straightened my room. I was ready for my deluge of visitors and spending time with my baby.

Nobody came to visit and they kept the baby in the nursery because he was still choking on a thick yellow mucous that he kept spitting up. They had to run a line down his throat several times to pump his stomach and keep him from choking.  My family was all together at the reunion, and I was sad I wasn't there. (Weeks later my mom said that nobody came because they thought I wanted my space.)

I watched Frasier reruns, Andy brought me Five Guys, and I loved the short amounts of time with my new little guy. At least there was that.