Home, Sweet Home

Yesterday We woke up so excited to get out of the hospital. We were told that they like to release patients before 11am so we started packing up fairly early. I had my shower and we ate some breakfast and then packed up the bags. Kevin took most of them down to the truck and then began the waiting game. Dr. Martin came by to give me my "OK" around 9am so then it was just the pediatrician we needed. She finally showed up at 1pm and checked out Talan. He looked perfect (no duh...who needs a pediatrician to tell you that?). The worst part of the wait was after she left. We needed our marching papers and apparently they have one dinosaur of a printer because we didn't get them until after 2. By the time we left I was so irritated with that hospital I could've run out of the front doors. Even three days post surgery. Kevin had to go and get the truck and I could swear I heard it skid to a stop when he pulled around the corner. We were both just done. We drove up to the house to the best sight. My parents and my beautiful little girl were all waiting at the window, waving with excitement. All I saw were hands in the air. We pulled into the garage and Reese was already there jumping up and down. She couldn't wait for us to get through those doors. She asked us to call and let her know when we were getting close so that she could go and change into her blue dress to greet us. It was all just really sweet and very heartwarming. I don't think she could love him any more than she does. After taking a shower and changing into my own clothes I was so ready to crawl into bed and get some good sleep. The joke was on me.... Last Night After nearly 33 years of life I should by now know the "knock on wood" rule. Why oh why did I even mention the fact that he seemed to be such a good little sleeper? Last night was hell. Kevin and I are both just exhausted and have both been falling asleep sitting and standing up. I'm being literal. I have never in my life fallen asleep in place like I have in the past 48 hours. Talan had a great day yesterday. He was so chill and really didn't let anything get to him. If he did start to get upset for some reason he was so easy to calm down. So at about 9pm last night he was ready for a feeding. Perfect. We thought we'd feed him and put him down for the night. A night in our own bed! Yay! Fast forward to 4am. At that point he had still not been to sleep since the 9pm feeding. He ate a few times, we both held him, we swaddled him, we burped him, we sang to him. Nothing we did would calm him down for more than a few minutes at a time. Finally, at 4am, he fell asleep in my arms and I laid back and was able to sleep for a couple of hours with him. He's doing great today so I am guessing that there was something bothering him last night. He had his Hep B shot right before we left the hospital so it could have had to do with that. His leg was probably a little sore from that regardless of whether or not it was the reason he couldn't sleep. The other thing is that I am sure he's just trying to get used to the milk. It's probably hard on his stomach. I didn't eat for the first 24 hours that I was in the hospital so my milk was very mild. I was back on a regular diet as of Friday afternoon so something I ate or have been eating could have bothered him. He's got to adjust to all of this new stuff. It could have also just been the new environment. Who knows. Either way it was a rough night for all of us and I'm praying it was a fluke and won't happen again tonight. Kevin flies out on a business trip tomorrow early morning and has a two hour drive when he gets there. I'm so worried about him being overly tired for that. I guess we'd better get used to this. Today This morning after Reese left for school my parents took a shift with the baby so that Kevin and I could catch a couple of hours of sleep. When I woke up after a 2 hour nap, I panicked. I felt like I had been sleeping all day! It has really helped to get some rest, even just a little. Talan has done great today so far. Of course he's been sleeping.....like a baby. I am doing my best to keep on a bland diet for now as to avoid any stomach issues. Poor little guy. And me? I'm still doing well with the recovery. I have been able to forget about my incision pains due to the big sore that has taken up residence on my lip. It's a fever blister the size of Mt. Rainier. I was fine on Saturday afternoon. All of the sudden, on Saturday night, I started to feel some swelling. Two hours later and my upper lip was blown up to twice it's normal size. The doctor thinks it's stress related. So much for the professional photos they offered us in the hospital on Sunday....and so much for a single "coming home" picture or video with me in it. Not happening. Today the swelling has gone down some but I still look like a Restylane junkie. Only I'd be on the "lip injections gone bad" episode. All in all we're doing great. The to do list for the day is feed, burp, soothe, toot, poop, change and repeat. Thanks again for all of the well wishes, emails, calls and prayers. We will have our heads above water soon and will get back to everyone. xoxo Talan with my doctor, Dr. Martin, who delivered him:

With Daddy in his coming home outfit:

Ready for his first car ride: