Tweetle Beetle Comes Home

Our 48 hour stay at the hospital felt like a total time warp. I would doze off for 5 minutes and when I awoke it felt like 5 hours--apparently one of the side effects of the morphine.

My entire first day I was starving but surgery guidelines prohibited eating anything the first day in case it caused you to vomit and tear or something. Can you imagine not eating anything after having a baby? Well, I whined and complained like a baby until my nurses finally smuggled in some broth and jello.

The first day was also filled with lovely visitors, who all came and went in their own special way. Lorie started a fun little trend. She did not want to hear the news of the gender until she was at the hospital. (One of the few shots John managed to get that day.)

And Olive Oyl, Coco and Jenn all followed suit as well. It was so fun and special to be able to share the news in person. I highly recommend this practice!

Mom brought the boys to see us later that evening. Mom rushed off to get some El Pollo Loco for the kids and in the madness we did not manage to get any photos of her at the hospital:( Twain and I were soooooo excited to give the boys each a little gift, as is tradition 'round these parts.

Twain gave Finn and Calvin some Cars dishes and he got Ollie some teddy grahams. Mom and I also bought the boys some cars, which were a big hit. Finn drew a picture of these cars to spruce up the hospital walls.

When Ollie first saw me laying in the hospital bed, he burst into tears and would have nothing to do with me unless I bribed him with teddy grahams. It was very upsetting and made me cry because I missed him so much.

Calvin's eyes were as big as saucers, as he took in the new baby. I gave him my yucky hospital milk.

Finn had a million questions about every single hospital contraption in sight. He was absolutely fascinated by his baby brother Twain.

The 2nd day my morphine wore off and my incision felt like it was on fire from all that snipping. I could barely breath or move it hurt so bad at times. So, as much as I hate staying at the hospital, it was kind of nice to just rest there with unlimited room service and sandwiches.

Somewhere along our stay, John started calling Twain by the nickname Tweetle Beetle, and it kind of stuck. Saturday rolled around and it was time to take our dear Tweetle Beetle home.

But not before snapping some photos of Twain in his hospital shirt stamped "SOUTHWEST" because it matched with the adorable blanky Lorie brought him.

Get it? Planes...Southwest airlines? I thought it was pretty cool.





Gosh I look awful here. Focus on the baby.


John trying an Ann Geddes pose.


And we are off!

me + csection = very bad photos.

The short drive home was bizarre. There was a whole world out there funtioning much to my oblivion the last 48 hours. A world that was equally oblivous to my feeding schedules and diaper charts.

Back home, there have been many ups and downs. Thankfully, mom was here to help hold the fort down and to console little Ollie.

On the one hand, I was thrilled to be back at home with my pile of boys and clean bed.

And let's not forget the countless hours gazing at my new baby's face




and laughing at this silly photo.

and I will never get over the new baby smell.






That being said, this has been the toughest c-section recovery yet, rendering me completely useless much of the time. And dear little Twain can be quite the fuss-bucket. He is definitley not easy and mellow. The first 2 nights he screamed all night unless we held him. He HATES his bassinett. He often wakes up just 1.5 hours after eating with awful gas pains...screaming and squirming...and then ready for more food. I'm so sore. 

Check out these feeding logs I've accumulated in just one short week!

I'm obsessed with the feeding logs. 

We are certainly in over our heads over here...but each day gets a little better.