Home at Last!

We came home on Friday - a day later than expected and very, very happy. The first few days at home have been a steep learning curve. We've had loads of visitors, all appreciated and all encouraged to wash their hands repeatedly. Lots of food, lots of presents, lots of love. We're learning how to sleep, of course. She does it really well, and if she's not pooping or doing a little bit of crying, it's pretty much all she does. We, on the other hand, have a lot to figure out about the whole sleeping gig. Seemingly, no one can resist sharing horror stories of sleepless nights upon sleepless weeks upon sleepless months, all of which we have to look forward to. We feel very lucky, so far, to be able to say that Nora is a relatively smooth sleeper. This morning she let us have almost three consecutive hours; nevermind that those three hours came between 5 and 8 in the morning - it was bliss. It's quite an adjustment, not having a nurse or other medical profession pop in every 15-20 minutes to see how we're doing. It feels like the safety net has been unceremoniously removed, and we've had this exchange many times already: "What do we do now?" "I don't know!" "I don't know either!" "Where's the Baby Book? What's it say about this?" Fortunately, it always seems to tell us to worry less. So we're trying to do that. No gray hairs to report just yet.