Arrived Home

I came home today. We left the hospital around 2:30. I slept in the cab, with the cabbie talking about his two now grown kids the entire way. All these stories I'd heard of maniac cab drivers didn't seem true; the cabbie drove quite nicely -- slowing down for bumps rather then speeding up, restricting his speed to 50 in a 30 zone rather then the usual 90.

We walked into the building. I met the doormen, they fussed over me, I slept, cracking an eye open occasionally to see what the big deal was. Yes, I'm home -- I now run the show, get used to it.

We got up to the flat. Wandered in, they put a few things away. I slept in the carseat.

Finally, I woke up and immediately spit up all over my new outfit. The parental units went to change me, and realized I'd also pooed my diaper. A quick change (that said, they spent more time getting used to everything and figuring out the logistics for future changes), followed by a quick feed, and he then went back to sleep for a couple hours. They fed me again before they ate something...

9:00pm rolled around, and now it's FEED ME, SEYMORE! time again. Every 60 minutes I'm getting another meal. They are still getting used to the whole feeding routine. Personally, I like to suck for a while, stop, and then continue after a short rest. Feeedings always seem to end with a comfort suckle that can last for an hour. Well, more until Mommy throws me off. After, sleep. This time, sleeping on daddy's chest until nearly midnight.