Today we brought little Ana home. She and Sara are doing well and resting up. Gail and I are holding down the fort while they sleep. Sara spent a good bit of the night up feeding Ana and she probably will do the same again tonight. I was helping whenever Sara asked me to, but I don't think I ever really regained consciousness from the deep sleep I was in. That hospital room was freezing too, so I was shivering and curled up like a chia-hu-hu. They're home now and feeling fine, so I'll take the shivering. We feel very lucky to have carried the pregnancy to term and then have a mostly uneventful post delivery period. Beyond the drama of the actual laboring and delivery we spent a few peaceful days in the recovery room with the girls recovering from the trauma.
I'm learning a lot. I did my first diapers, at least that I can recall, and I learned how to tightly swaddle the baby in a couple of blankets. Its so funny when she yawns, she looks just like a mini Sara, but when she is fussy she has little furrows in her brow between her eyebrows just like mine. She also has detached earlobes like me, but we'll see who she resembles more as time goes on. My money is on her being a spitting image of Sara.
