Home again, home again, Jiggedy Jog

We came home from the hospital with a "wireless" Max yesterday evening.  The doctor had wanted to send him home on oxygen because his o2 saturation would go down whenever he nursed.  I met with a couple of lactation consultants and we figured out what the problem was, apparently I'm a milk producing machine and Max simply can't keep up with the flow causing him to constantly swallow and not have a chance to catch his breath, they gave me some good tips and I was able to successfully prove to the doctor that we could keep his saturation up during feedings.

We picked Alex up on the way home, our neighbor brought us dinner and we spent the evening downstairs watching TV and cuddling together.  All week I'd been looking forward to just a normal evening with my family, and I've got to tell you, it felt even better than I'd anticipated.  It was hard to believe we'd actually been through all of that. 

John and I took turns staying up with Max.  He seems to want to eat every hour all night long and he's not thrilled at all to sleep in his own bed.  So I'd stay up for a couple of feedings then wake John up who would hold him until he got hungry again and then wake me up to feed him.  Then Alex woke up with a bad dream and needed to sleep with us.  At about 3 AM, I simply couldn't keep my eyes open so I put Max into bed with me, Alex and John and all four of us were able to get a couple of hours of sleep. 

Today has been spent doing such exciting activities as baths for the boys, diaper changes, nursing, dishes...It's amazing what a little perspective can do.  Before all of this happened, I don't think I'd have been able to appreciate the minutiae of life but I can truthfully say that today has been just as exciting and wonderful as a week ago, the day Max was born.  Last night Max was fussing (well, he's still recovering his voice, so he sounds more like a squeak toy than a baby crying) about being alone in his cradle and I was trying to shush him "Daddy is trying to sleep" I told Max.  Then I hear John whisper, "It's music to my ears".

We feel so lucky to be able to have come home with a healthy baby.  Things could have gone differently.  I can't even think about it.  Max is strong, and healthy, and ours.  We are so happy.