This morning when I woke up at 6am to feed the baby that’s not home yet, I called the hospital to check in. I asked the nurse how Ella was doing and if it looked like she was going to be able to come home today. She said that was the rumor! The doctors hadn’t done their official rounds, but things were looking good. I finished up, and went to back to bed. I woke up about 8:30am and started our morning activities. I called the hospital again, and they confirmed she was coming home. My mom, Jameson, and I headed up to the hospital at about 11am. I walked in and the nurse told me she was just finishing up the discharge papers. I went in her room, and fed her. Thankfully, she hadn’t eaten yet. After she had eaten, I was able to change her out of the hospital provided outfits, into her own.

   

While I was changing her, Jameson made use of the nursing stool to watch his movie.

Once she was dressed, we packed her up to come home. She only cried right at first, then she settled in and slept for 2 hours.

 

We headed out of the hospital for, hopefully, the last time for a while. In the process, Jameson threw the biggest tantrum to date. He has been staying up late in his bed. We’ve been bad about letting him stay up till 9 or 10, since we’ve been going back and forth to the hospital. So he hasn’t been getting his full night sleep, and he refuses to eat breakfast, unless it’s cookies. Well he’s not getting cookies for breakfast, so by the time we left the hospital at 1 he’d had no food, and less sleep than needed. We picked up some chicken nuggets for him on the way home, and by the time we pulled up, he was out. He only slept for about an hour, though, before he was awake again. So tonight, he was in bed by 7. Hopefully tomorrow he has a better attitude.

So Ella is finally home, and we begin our adventure with two kids. The funny thing is that today was my actual due date. So she may not have been born on St. Patty’s day, but she was able to come home, which, I think makes her a St. Patty’s Day baby.