We're home, and this makes me extremely happy. I don't think you really appreciate holding your baby or child until you've tried to spend hours, days, weeks holding your child attached to a bunch of beeping machines by a host of colored cords. I can bathe him, feed him, dress him, and rock him without feeling like a tangled mess.
Lucas spend most of the day sleeping, but when he was awake his eyes were much brighter than they were yesterday. Megan helped me transport all the loads of stuff home that we seemed to accumulate in 2 days at the hospital. I was getting a bath ready and Lucas started coughing while Megan was holding him. He coughed up all sorts of mucus in Megan's hand. Ewwww! (: But it's awesome that he got it up on his own.
Every time I feed him I have to suction out his nose first (with the saline solution and everything). He hates this, and so do I. Hopefully we won't have to do this for much longer!!
Tomorrow is Superbowl Sunday and it will be filled with all sorts of good foods and weight gain and funny commercials and Steeler massacres. It's funny to think . . . last Superbowl Sunday in 2010 I would have never expected to have a Lucas!
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