It's all rather strange. They are no nurses to call, but there are also no nurses to tell us what we should be doing. We have more than five-square-feet of space around us. We get to play with a baby instead of having to return him to the incubator after an hour! We can panic and fret like real parents, although the monitor does remove the fun of constantly checking that he's still breathing.
NICU babies have obviously never experienced darkness or silence, so we've been warned that we may have to have a bright, noisy bedroom at night. Hmmm. Vince and Christine taught us a great trick with a hair dryer but I may have to find episodes of ER to recreate Pete's natural environment.
What is strange is that having a newborn at home is giving us far more time to do things. Without trips to hospital eating up hours, we've already been more productive this evening than ever. Hannah even cooked dinner (I was busy, burping the baby while watching an episode of Californication). If you're looking to boost your productivity: have a baby.
I know people always say this will be the happiest day of your life, but this is the happiest day of my life.
Ok. Heart rate monitor, clothes, breast pump equipment, nappies, bottles, meds...have we missed anything?
Crossing the threshold.
Hannah, no longer forced to choose between cuddling a baby and checking her Chevron emails.
The portable heart rate monitor. I, for one, welcome our new electronic overlord.
It's a boy! Actually it's a margarita.
Ok, we've brought you home...what are you going to do to entertain us?
