Bringing Baby Home

4/9/2019

Before we get into bringing Remy home, we have to finish up the hospital stay.

Last time I shared with you the horror of my second day/night. It was not fun.

My last full day in the hospital was a Saturday. I was actually happy to be staying another night... with all the pain and difficulty moving around, it was nice to have the assistance of nurses. My Mom spent the night with me, so Stu could take the big kids home and get a full night of sleep.

Saturday was a pretty chill day. My parents dropped the big kids off. My inlaws came back and hung out for a while. One of my friends came by to get some baby snuggles. My parents came back and hung out in the evening.

Around dinner, Stu and the big kids left. My mom and dad stayed for a bit. Then Dad left.

The overnight was fairly uneventful (thankfully). Remy was taken out for some tests. The babies on the maternity floor were going crazy - maybe it was a full moon. The sound of crying was constant. I was trying to figure out if one was my baby... but we didn't know each other well enough for me to pick out his cry.

When the nurse wheeled him back into my room, he was totally silent. She said he was an angel.

Party of Five

My mom traded off with my dad first thing in the morning. Dad and I spent a fairly quiet and peaceful morning in my room. It was pouring (oddly it had been pouring the day Remy was born too). I was able to shower and get dressed. It was still difficult to move around, but (with the help of my nurses) I had been on top of my pain medicine. I remember feeling very proud that I was able to do all that, plus get the baby dressed and my stuff packed up all by myself.

The big kids were outrageously excited to bring Remy home. We dressed him in his "New to the Crew" onesie (a Christmas gift from Remy's cousins).

Reagan pushed the stroller and her new baby brother out of the hospital. Riley walked next to me (I was in a wheelchair as per hospital policy). Stu carried everything else and snapped a couple of photos.

Actually leaving the hospital was a mixed bag of emotions for me. I was happy to be going home to my own bed. But also terrified of having to do everything without the assistance of incredible nurses.

When we left this time, it was just us. Stus, party of 5. No entourage. No one to photograph the event for us (other than Stu). I kind of regret that. My sister took a million pictures when we took Reagan home. And my friend Lea photographed our departure with Riley. Oh well. Even though I have only a few pictures, it was wonderful to spend it with the four people who matter most to me.