Home and family

We came home from the hospital this afternoon. Evan is still trying to get adjusted to new sights, sounds and smells. We’re still trying to get adjusted to him being here! Evan’s mom is resting comfortably now in her own bed, armed with painkillers, copious amounts of water and good food, and me at her beck and call. I go and check on them every hour or so while they sleep in her bed, but I don’t wake them up. While Evan still wakes her up every 3 or 4 hours so she can open up Mommy’s Buffet Line (apparently, judging by how much he chows down, the right boob is way, way better than the left boob), at least here she doesn’t have to deal with nurses waking her up every hour to check her blood pressure, temperature, etc. etc. So while you might not think that you’d get more sleep after going home with a screamin’ baby, that is actually the case here.

For months, we’ve been telling Oberon that Evan is going to be his best buddy. To my total amazement, it’s like Oberon has heard every word of this and taken it on board. He’s completely fascinated by Evan, and has gotten close enough to sniff Evan’s forehead while Evan reached out to try to grab some Obi fur. It’s surreal to imagine that there’s already some kind of bond there, but I suppose stranger things have in fact happened. (Before anyone freaks out – the door is closed while Evan and his mom sleep, so there’s no smother hazard there. I am carefully supervising any contact between baby and kitties.) On the flipside, it’s a bit disappointing that Olivia is the sole holdout: she runs and hides at the first peep or poop that Evan makes. She practically lives in the game room now, in one of Othello’s secret sleeping spots or, if she’s feeling a bit more secure, on the lid of my scanner. Even Othello has gone to scope out the new arrival and seems to approve. No idea what Xena thinks yet – she’s been laying low.

I really do wonder what I used to do with my time before now.