![]() 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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