Kate Davidson said wisely there was no way I was continuing the blogging pace and she was right. As soon as the little tyke was with us, and needed us, well...lets just say we focused on other things besides futzing with the blog. But after a nice dinner (thanks Grandma) we're pulling up for air and updating everyone on the last few days.
The hospital stay was better than expected. We had heard the staff at Lucile Packard was brilliant, but lacked the creature comforts and bedside manner of other facilities. We were pleasantly surprised -- everyone on the maternity ward was very kind and helpful with the typical newborn issues. The nurses could not have been more helpful and considerate of our preferences. Similarly the lactation consultants and the pediatrician were just amazing. At this point we still hadn't picked out a name -- our pedetrician even brought a long print out of the meaning of one of our candidate names!
We had wonderful visits in the hospital from Grandma and Grandad Arnold, Grandpa Sarnquist, and Jim Freeman (in scrubs!). The photos from the rest of the hospital stay are here.
We were discharged at 11:30 on Thursday morning (see photos). She's still a little small for the car seat, but we managed to drive 10 miles an hour the entire way home without any problems. Winslow, our cat, was initially a little curious, but promptly freaked out at the new visitors. He still hasn't quite recovered, but we're confident she'll be pulling his tail in no time.
The first night started off just fine. We had a great lactation appointment at PAMF and with the help of Joanna Koch, the baby had a massive feed, and gained a full 2 ounces during the feeding. Promptly put into a milk coma, we enjoyed the rest to swing by our favorite sushi place and have a nice lunch date, all to ourselves.
Mom and baby returned home, while I had a quick meeting (complete with flowers and a great collection of books, thanks Erin), and then jetted to the Subaru dealer to get a rear safety gate and pick up Annie from the airport. When I got home, Grandma helped hold the baby while I cooked pasta carbonara. I could leave you with this impression of our wonderful new peaceful life with a newborn:
But then, I'd be lying. Shortly after Grandma left, we had non stop crisis from 11pm to 4:30am. In hindsight, its no big deal, but its definitely a requisite part of the journey.
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