We were discharged from the hospital mid-afternoon Sunday and arrived at home safely. Johnny was pretty good in the evening, but when it was time for bed he revolted! I received warnings from every parent ever that our amount of sleep was about to diminish considerably, but I didn’t know just how much until last night. Lauren and I already were running on fumes after very little sleep in the hospital the previous three nights. I’d estimate that between 12am and 12pm on our first night at home, Johnny slept an hour. I was up walking him around the house, which he liked just fine. As soon as I’d think he was sleeping and set him down in the co-sleeper attached to our bed, he’d burst into tears. I was able to get some rest when Lauren was breastfeeding, but not much else. I have no actual idea, but from the time I woke up at 6:30 Thursday morning through currently, I probably have 10 hours of sleep, and never for more than 90 straight minutes. This is easily the most sleep deprived I’ve been before, which actually is creating a calming euphoric effect of sorts. Everyone said it would happen and they were all right.
Many have been wondering how Baxter is handling the baby. He’s being very gentle and just peeking in for a sniff now and then. But he is not loving the sudden lack of attention. Seems there will be very little reason to worry about the dog and baby co-existing.
(Also, special thanks to Brian Mego for allowing me to borrow his Macbook while mine is out of order! Yes, my work laptop is my only computer.)
Here are a few official firsts to check off the list.
– First car ride: Sunday, August 31, 4pm. Rode from St David’s North to the house. Mom sat alongside in the backseat of the CR-V.
– First night at home: Sunday, August 31. Slept very, very little.
– First time meeting an animal: Sunday, August 31, 8pm: Baxter arrived home after stay with Viviritos.