Okay, Mama's here

Here we are, back at home. We actually got home Thursday afternoon, but the time since then has been a blur of feeding and sleeping and trying to get things back to normal. Thanks to everyone who came to see us in the hospital or sent good wishes our way--we really appreciate it.

Mike did a great job talking about the birth, and our time in the hospital, so I don't have much to add to that. I will say that this experience was definitely a positive one, though I had completely blocked out the nasty details of having a c-section. Overall, nothing has been too bad, but I think I forgot how completely wiped out I was for the first week or so, and how hard it is to make sure you don't overdo it. When I had Ev, I only had myself to think of for the five weeks between his birth and his homecoming. That was plenty of time to heal and rest. This time, I've come home to Evan and a brand new baby, and I'm just feeling a bit overwhelmed, emotionally and physically.

Lucky for me, Mike has been awesome. He's been taking good care of Evan, making sure to give him as much time and attention as he requires. He's helped me get some time with Ev as well, by taking care of Grady whenever I ask. Mike's been doing laundry, bringing me food, running errands and cleaning house--all without complaint. I honestly appreciate everything he's doing right now, because there's no way I'd be able to do this without him. He's only been a father of two for a few days, and he's already great at it.

Grady is doing very well at home. He's eating a lot, sleeping a lot (though he's not fond of the bassinet, much like his older brother). He's also spitting up and pooping with great regularity, so I think we can safely say things are good. He was down to 6 lbs, 14 ozs when we left the hospital yesterday, so that's a bit of a concern, but since then my milk has come in and I'm sure he'll be packing on the pounds in no time.

Evan is adjusting very well also. He's excited to have baby Grainy in the house, and he's forever giving him kisses and making sure he's wearing a hat. He has even asked to take him on a car ride already, so we're all looking forward to this recovery time being over so we can resume our normal activities. The one thing that really cracked us up though is that Ev has taken one of our lessons to heart. When Ev has one of his little spaz attacks, we often tell him to chill. And this morning, while Grady was crying while he waited for me to be ready to nurse, Ev turned around and shook his finger at him and said, "Chill, Grainy. Watch baseball." Mike and I were hysterical. I guess he's been listening after all.

So that's where we stand at the end of this very busy week. I'm tired, and sore, and anxious to get back to myself. But so far I'm loving having two boys at home, and I know it's going to keep getting better. I'm excited to have such a beautiful family, and I can't wait to see what's next for all of us.