His first night home

Nathaniel and I were finally set free from the hospital on Thursday afternoon. We loaded him up in his car seat and he took his very first black cab ride. The cab driver even seemed to enjoy giving our little boy his very first London ride. We all arrived home and spent the afternoon getting him used to our house. That evening we gave him his very first bath and he rewarded us by pooing right into his daddy’s hand.

His first night could have been worse, but it was pretty difficult for all of us. I spent the first four hours worried that he was too sleepy and lethargic. I couldn’t left myself go to sleep because I needed to watch his breathing. He then rewarded my worrying by staying awake between 1 a.m and 5 a.m. and demanding to be fed every 20 minutes. We finally got him to settle himself on our bed for a little while. But he managed to pee our bed during the course of his first nap. We proved ourselves fairly typical first time parents—overwrought, confused, and thoroughly exhausted.