I walked the hallway, trying to settle him down at some point, and I think I e-mailed the news of his birth to our family and friends, but past that it’s a blur. I don’t remember much else of that first day home as a new parent. I saw that big yellow bus outside our window and I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed, knowing that before I would know it, this sweet baby of mine would be old enough to climb the steps and be off to his first day of school. Within a couple minutes, a school bus dropped off neighborhood kids after their day of school. ![]() When you have your firstborn and you don’t have anyone else to look after, it’s a strange adjustment.īabies fuss and babies sleep … but what do you do? So I sat on the couch with him and held him close, wondering what the next step was. We got home and I had absolutely no idea what to do. And he settled down on the car ride home as my husband drove extra carefully and I sat in the backseat next to our precious cargo. He stopped crying once we got out into the frigid February air. Friendly guests at the hospital passed our wheelchair with a smile, and I kept wondering two things: Our son’s cries continued to get more agitated as we rode down in the hospital elevator to get to our car. ![]() He wailed and we struggled to maneuver his 6-pound body into a carrier that seemed so huge. Then we quickly unstrapped him, as the fleece going-home outfit I thought would be so perfect was overheating our tiny boy. I remember a freezing February Thursday eight years ago, when my husband and I brought our firstborn home from the hospital.īrand-new parents with about zero experience with babies, we had just strapped our son into his infant carrier for the first time. It’s hard to miss when your baby is growing up right before your eyes.
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