Parting is such sweet sorrow

Jack has now come home. We left the hospital in a flurry of bill signing, gift getting (the hospital makes a to go bag for you with diapers and such) and goodbyes from the nursing staff.


Katherine and I thought we would just walk out and that would be that. We were therefore frustrated as they made us wait first for the guy to carry our things (we didn't have much) and then for the guy with the wheelchair. Jack took the opportunity to really wake up for the first time and start really crying for the first time.

We got hime home and fed and tried to put him down for a nap. Nothing doing. He has decided it's time to change personalities and become the monstrous crying and pooping machine that we have been sort of expecting and dreading.

3 hours later and he's finally asleep. Where the hell are our nurses?