Going Home

After one night in the hospital I was ready to get back to my own apartment. It seemed like every time Russell was finally asleep and I was about to shut my eyes the nurse would come in to check on us. I was hoping we would get more peace and quiet at home.

Luckily the bruise on Russell's head didn't swell and he had stopped spitting up as much so we were allowed to go. We got him in his outfit (his newborn pants were HUGE on him), strapped him into his car seat and were wheeled out to the car. It was very weird leaving knowing that I was now completely in charge of this tiny human in my backseat.

Sadly we did not get much better sleep the first night at home, but at least we were home!