Coming Home

misty  ·  Sun, Aug 16, 2015

It was bittersweet. The birth tub was still set up in the living room; all of Michelle’s birth supplies still unpacked and neatly organized in the corner.

It’s still good to be home, though. Mom and Alyssa cleaned up as much as they could, which made it feel nice and welcoming. We got home later than expected because of delays at the hospital - we needed to be cleared by the pediatrician because Milo still hasn’t passed any meconium yet; we needed to see the doctor and get clearance there, too; we needed to get my prescriptions and make doctor appointments for both me and Milo; and all of it took longer than we would have liked. But, home by 1:30pm is still not bad.

Milo was a handful last night. She just wanted to eat and eat, and Chase and I had no idea what to do about it. Eventually, we got her to sleep for a couple of continuous hours by having Chase hold her next to his skin while we played white noise in the background. Today, Mom made us take a nap while she calmed Milo every time she started fussing. Moms are good.

Milo continues to be the cutest baby in the world. Alyssa and Mom spent a lot of time holding her since this is their final full day in the city with us. That’s bittersweet, too. I wish we’d scheduled differently, but there really was no way to know when our girl would come. We certainly didn’t predict that it would be last day in our birth window. We thought mom would have plenty of baby-holding time on this trip. Hindsight, I guess.

Today’s thoughts:

• Mom’s leaving tomorrow, and I wish more than anything that she could stay.
• Breastfeeding is hard.
• Tomorrow is “day three,” which means my hormones are going to bottom out and there’s a good chance I’ll be a mess. It also means I’ll get my mature milk (probably), and breastfeeding will change again.
• Sophie is completely uninterested in Milo. Not surprised.