B + 4 days

I can't tell you all how much your support has meant to me - your good wishes and thoughts leading up to my c-section, and congratulations on Ant's birth have been so appreciated, even though I haven't been able to tell you so individually. You guys rock!

We decided to come home from the hospital yesterday, one day early, rather than staying until today. I'm feeling pretty good - still in some pain (laughing is a REALLY bad idea!) and *very* slow-moving, but we didn't feel like we were getting anything from being in there, for either me or Antony, that we couldn't do just as well for ourselves. And being home meant no having to call and wait half an hour for pain meds, no having a nurse burst into the room, be told we were napping, and still throwing on every light in the place and talking at the top of her lungs. No vital sign checks every x hours,sleeping or not. We had kept Ant in the room with us the whole time, he'd only been separated from us for a grand total of ~1.5 hours for his bath, hearing test, PKU screen and weight checks, so we're comfortable that we can manage.

I walked out of the hospital room (if you can call my snail's pace walking!), with M carrying Ant in his car seat. He left us sitting in the lobby while he went to get the car, and that's when it really hit me. This is our baby boy we're bringing home!!!

All in all, we're doing fabulously. He has taken to the boob like a champ, and sleeps really soundly in between feedings, so we're even managing to get enough sleep ourselves to feel halfway human. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, but hoping that it doesn't.

He is such an amazing little creature, I could watch him for hours on end. I know it's just involuntary muscle movement, but I even got a little smile this morning, which just melted me into a puddle on the floor.

I'm still working on his birth story (3 pages long and going strong!) and will post that and a pic or two soon. :-)