Home from the Hospital

We brought Baby Owen home from the hospital on Wednesday afternoon. It was so nice to be home. He is such a sweet little snuggler, sleeps a lot and rarely cries. He was greeted by the dogs who did a lot of sniffing, found him to be harmless and then went about their business.

After school is when the real chaos began. The girls were super excited to get home and see Owen. They were smothering him with kisses and hugs and lots of love. The noise decibel increased ten-fold, but Owen handled it like a champ. They even tried to help change his diaper, but weren't up to the challenge yet.

The first night was not so smooth. I never knew there was such an art to swaddling, but I am woefully inadequate. Turns out that while in the hospital and swaddled, Owen sleeps about 4 hours at a time at night, but in Casa Calhoun with terrible swaddlers, he wakes up every hour or so. It appeared we needed lessons because the first night was rough.

Night two, we got smart. We bought two velcro swaddling blankets and they worked like a charm. Owen slept for four hours at a time. We hope it continues. The best part of my days continue to be the times when he snuggles up to me and naps. I had forgotten how much babies sleep at this age and how angelic they look doing so.

Sleeping peacefully at the hospital