Wednesday, July 30, 2008

We're going home...

We were finally going to be leaving the hospital. My son was discharged first and then when the doctor came in to see me, I was discharged. I had to wait for my husband to get out of work to pick me up. I was so anxious I couldn't stand it.

While I waited, a woman came in and took newborn pictures of the baby. They take a bunch and then I was supposed to choose. I really couldn't decide anything right then and there so I didn't order and thought I would do it later.

I had to fill out some forms, including his birth certificate information and social security info. There is something very surreal about writing your own name in the 'Mother's Name' field. I was a mom. I still felt like I was just out of high school though I was many years from that point. I didn't feel like a mom. But here I was with a child.

Then I got the baby dressed in his going home outfit. I just wanted to squeeze him as hard as I could because he was just so cute. He cried a little and I couldn't help but laugh because it was just so wonderful. I was sure that I wouldn't be smiling at the crying after a while but for now it was precious.

At the hospital, you are supposed to bring the car seat up to the room so they can be sure that you have one. My husband finally arrived. It took him so long because he had to stop at his brother's to have the car seat base put in. Those things are very difficult if you don't know what you are doing. This is the thing that must have been nagging at the back of my head. I had thought that I had everything ready but apparently I had missed this.

So we put the baby in the car seat. I was wheeled down to the car and we drove off, my husband, me and my son.

When we got home, the baby was sleeping. I greeted my dogs who hadn't seen me in a couple of days. Once they were calm, I gated them out of the room. I was nervous about how they would react to being kicked out but they were fine. They just snoozed in the kitchen. I took my son out of the car seat, still sleeping. My husband and I looked at each other and both said, "What do we do now?"

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