Well we are back at home, finally.
They released me from the hospital a little after 1:30pm yesterday, and we went straight up to Camano Island to pick up Preston from my parents house. We were both excited to see him. When we drove up to their house, he was across the street (with Grandpa) playing with the neighbor kids. He saw our car and got this huge smile on his face and started running towards us. It was really nice to see that he missed us too. :)
It was actually very exciting to step outside the hospital doors. I really felt like I was getting released from prison or something - haha. The fresh air was wonderful and I was in amazement of all that went on in the "real world" outside the hospital.
Not that we wanted to document the experience at all, but Monday night when Will went home to get some clean clothes and supplies for us, he picked up our camera as well. Here just a few shots that we took while in the hospital the past few days...Luckily you won't be seeing any photos of me at my worst here, though the one is not great either. But at least I'm not in a hospital gown with IV's in my arm drugged up on Magenesium Sulfate.
Will and Taylor getting some snuggle time in....
Me thinking "I'm only taking this photo to document that I was here. That's it."
Our little bundle of joy taking a snoozer in the hospital bassinet....
We returned home to find everything exactly the same as we left it the night we headed into the E.R.
I weighed myself this morning, and I lost 22 pounds during the 6 days in the hospital. That is actually what I should have lost after delivery anyway, but didn't because of the water weight and pre-eclampsia. So it's REALLY nice to have all of that water weight off of me, and I'm sure I probably lost some fat as well since I wasn't eating hardly anything but liquids - I'm sure my body was taking from my fat stores in order to feed Taylor.
Last night was our first night as a family. Alone.
Tessha (Will's older sister) stayed with us for the last 2 weeks of my pregnancy to help me. Then my mom was here the week after Taylor was born. And then we were in the hospital for a week.
So it's been 4 weeks since we were at home by ourselves as a family without anyone here to help. I dare say it was an interesting first night...
Taylor fell asleep in the bouncy chair in the bathroom while Preston took a bath...
After Preston's bath (and several temper tantrums), we got him settled into bed for the night. Afterwhich we sat down to relax for a bit and talked about going to bed when we realized we still had another child asleep in the bathroom!
Taylor got a tad bit spoiled while in the hospital because I would sleep with him on my chest a lot and hold him. So now he wants to be held to go to sleep. Last night he woke up about every 2 hours, not because he wanted to eat or because he was poopy but just because he wanted to be held. As soon as I would pick him up, he'd be fine.