Bundled up for the ride home.
Our celebration breakfast at Cracker Barrel, oh... they have the best biscuits!
Back at the hotel sound asleep.
My little man in his "coming home" newborn outfit. Great fit, don't you think?!
Daddy giving him his evening feeding.
When we arrived at the hospital we tried to check him out of the nursery to hold him, but there were no rooms open for us to use. We decided to go to Jenny's room to find out how she was, when Mildred (our social worker) caught us and told us there were some delays in Jenny and Williams release. We ended up waiting in front of the nursery fo about an hour while Mildred made calls and got paper work together.
Finally, at 11:00 we were ready to leave. However, because of the delay of some paperwork we found out that Jenny would have to carry William out of the hospital and hand him over to us. We were worried that it would be hard on her to do that, but she said she had peeked in on him that morning and it would not be an issue for her. We put him in his car seat and she held it on her lap as she was wheeled out in her wheel chair. When we were outside of the hospital, Dawn, her sister was waiting for her. She passed William to us, we hugged her and Dawn goodbye and we strapped our little bundle into the car and headed to Cracker Barrel for a celebratory breakfast. Finding time to eat here has proven quite difficult!
One other stipulation that had to be made before we were allowed to leave the hospital with William was that Jenny had to make a doctor's appointment for him. She also has to be there with us for that first appointment. That is just a little awkward. So on tuesday of next week we will pick her up and all go to the pediatrician for his appointment. I can't imagine how difficult that must be for her. I hope it will just reassure her of her choice in choosing us to be William's parents.
Our first night with William proved to be fairly uneventful. The hospital had him on a feeding schedule every four hours with nighttime feedings at 9pm, 1am and 5am. His 9pm feeding went so beautifully, however he decided he neede a little social time during the 1am feeding. He was a little fussy so I just wrapped him tight and held him for a few minutes to settle him down and he went right back to sleep. Still, Darren and I were awakened by every little sound he made. It is going to take a while to get used to having a baby in the room with us again. Funny how it all comes back again, though. I'm not finding it hard to get back into the routine of having an infant at all; in fact, I'm finding out how much I was made for this. It is my hearts strongest desire and has renewed so much inside of me. I have missed it very much.
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