Getting To Know Logan

Here's Part Two...

We settled into the postpartum wing and actually had a peaceful night. Logan was pretty sleepy and not very hungry, so Chris was able to sleep. I was exhausted and would have liked to sleep, but I think I was still too ramped up from adrenaline and hormones and sleep just wasn't in the cards for me. People began poking their heads in at 6am to check my vitals, check Logan, see if I needed anything, etc and then left us alone for a while. My mom showed up around 9:30am to hang out, and at 10:00 my Dad arrived with the visitor I was most excited to see: Owen!

Owen walked in very slowly with a cautious look on his face. He checked the room out and didn't seem to notice that I was holding a baby. We lifted him onto the bed with me and he still didn't seem to get it. My mom used "bewildered" to describe him, and I think that's the best word. I unswaddled Logan to show Owen his hands and feet, and I think Owen finally realized that I was holding a baby! He pulled his socks off and placed his feet up next to Logan's to compare, which was so cute! He sat on the bed for a few more minutes touching Logan's hands, and then he decided he'd had enough and explored the hospital room. Chris eventually took him home for a few hours so he could nap.

Later on Tom and Toni stopped by for a visit, and Chris came back with Owen. Chris' parents stopped by for a visit and took Owen home with them to spend the night. Around midnight Chris asked if I'd be upset if he went home to sleep and I said no. The hospital really encourages fathers to spend the night but they certainly don't provide a comfortable place for them to sleep.

Saturday morning was just more of the same... nurses poking in to see if I needed anything, doctors stopping by to check Owen and me, etc. And then my favorite part: nurse showing up with completed discharge paperwork! We packed up and headed home around 1pm. Like last time with Owen, I was thrilled to be going home but a little sad to say goodbye to the wonderful nurses that took such good care of us (thanks to my mom bribing them with Krispy Kremes).

We arrived home and all I wanted was my Owen boy. Chris called his parents and hinted that "sooner rather than later" would be a good time to bring him home because I was on the verge of tears from missing him so much! A few hours later they showed up with Owen (and pizza) and I felt much better. I had all my boys together :)