Dr Brown came to visit! Oh, she was so upset she wasn't on call when McCrae was born...almost as upset as we were. We were sure to snap a couple pictures with her that morning. She took such good care of us in the 9 months leading up to McCrae's birth.
Aunt Heather and Paige came too. I always thought Paige was so small...that is, until we put her next to McCrae.
Grandma Jerrie brought Ava and Sophie back to visit one last time before we went home.
Tuesday morning I started to get frustrated with breastfeeding. We were having to supplement with formula because my milk had not come in. We filled a syringe with formula and fed him through a tube connected to the syringe as he breastfed. It was getting tiring and I didn't seem to be progressing much with my feeding skills. I asked to see a lactation consultant and the nurse said that they were all trained and that she could help me. She grabbed his head and smothered him into me. He was freaking out and I started crying. She suggested I pump to help the milk come in. She brought me a hospital pump and I tried but hardly got any milk. It was so frustrating. I just wanted to go home. I was ready.
The nurse said we could stay til Wednesday since I had a c-section, but we decided to leave Tuesday. We really loved staying at the hospital; McCrae was able to spend the nights in the nursery-they only brought him to me when it was time to feed which allowed me some much needed rest, we spent the days just adoring our baby boy, we loved the food, and it was so much fun having visitors. But I wanted to take my baby home and deal with breastfeeding with the help of someone else. We packed up and headed out that afternoon. We received discharge instructions and the nurse's aid removed my staples. This surprisingly didn't hurt at all!
It seemed pretty crazy to be taking home a baby. We really couldn't believe it was happening.
One last shot of the hospital and our new family.
I was so worried about his little head collapsing against his chest that I decided to sit in the back seat to supervise. The whole ride home was so overwhelming. I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face. He was finally here! And he was so perfect! I had never felt so completely humbled and so incredibly blessed. Unfortunately, we left during rush-hour traffic and the drive seemed scary with such precious cargo. Conner said it was so weird to think that all these people were just going about their busy lives, cutting us off, and hurrying home, and our lives had been changed forever. I think if they knew, they might have driven a little more cautiously.
We were so glad to finally be safe inside. I had finally composed myself when Conner lost it. He saw McCrae sitting in his car seat and started crying..."He's so small!" I think the responsibility of raising this beautiful child here on Earth was starting to set in. We both cried together some more. What an experience- to bring your first-born child home for the first time.
Seeing him in his crib made me cry again...he was home! We had officially become a family!
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