HOME!

We are home and having a wonderful time. The boys are all desperately in love with their brother. He has been very pleasant so far (although the dr predicted him to be colicky/refluxy, we are enjoying him now). The hardest thing for me was leaving the hospital. I kind of felt like I was kidnapping their baby. He lived there for 2.5 weeks, and suddenly I stole him and took him to my house. He had also been monitored his whole life and they let me take him home and put him in a crib unmonitored? And the first time he woke me up in the night, I was so confused/disoriented. I always woke up to a phone call from his NICU nurse telling me it was time to feed him. But it's been great, and I have enjoyed every second. I still haven't figure out how to do a few thing (like mop the floor) with 5 kids, but I'm sure it will all come in time. I just don't ever want to put him down.

So despite the tears I shed at leaving our NICU family behind, I feel totally fulfilled as the mother of 5. I keep thinking I must understand how Michelle Duggar feels now, but I guess we have a 15 child discrepancy, so maybe not.