Yesterday morning the doctors gave Ollie and I the go-ahead to leave the hospital. I was so excited to leave earlier than expected; it's nice being taken care of and having all your meals brought to you, but after a while being in a tiny hospital room and constantly being bothered by nurses drove me nuts.
As soon as my doctor gave me the green light, my staples were removed (the last unpleasant task of my stay), I signed the stack of discharge paperwork, and we got Oliver dressed in a soft and warm little gray jumpsuit. He looked like a floppy baby elephant and I couldn't stop peeking at him in the car seat while we got packed up to go. We had to put his socks on his hands because the second his little paws were free he was scratching at his face like crazy.
We drove up to our apartment just as my mom and Taylor were getting there as well, and Tay jumped up and down in excitement when he saw our car pull up. I started bawling because I missed my big boy so much and was so happy to finally be home. Once we got settled and I took a much needed shower I sunk into our comfy recliner and I've pretty much been living there since. I want so much to get up and be more productive, but I have to keep reminding myself that I'm recovering from a pretty big surgery and I need to allow myself to heal. The pain meds I'm on make me a zombie sometimes, and one second I'll be awake and alert, and the next I'm snoring.
Oliver has adjusted really well to being home. He sleeps right through Taylor's screams and laughs and roars, which I'm really grateful for because I don't want to spend all my time constantly asking Tay to be quiet.
Taylor really loves his baby brother, but sometimes has a hard time being patient if Sean and I are attending to Oliver. Last night he got really frustrated and said, "Mommy, my baby brother stinks. Can we hide him somewhere?" I'm sure the adjustment period will have it's ups and downs, but for the most part I think both boys are tolerating the other pretty well.
Ollie has continued to be an amazing eater and I've hardly had any problems with nursing. We'll have to take him into the pediatrician tomorrow for a weight check because he lost 11 ounces while we were in the hospital. Once my milk came in his weight started going up, but the doctor wants to make sure he's still gaining.
I am absolutely in love with my little boy. He is such a perfect little angel and I feel so lucky to be his mommy. I have so much to be grateful for. I have two sweet, healthy boys and the best husband in the world. I couldn't ask for anything more.