Slane, MamaCue and I came home yesterday after over five days at the local hospital. Slane is adjusting to her new digs and all the new sights, sounds, and smells.
One of our nurses, Kari, had a baby at our hospital a few months ago. We asked her what she felt was her biggest adjustment from hospital to home. Kari said the first few nights are rough. Kari was right. Slane's cries and fussiness gave us a few stretches of sleeplessness and tested our patience. I figured much of it came from Slane's desire to communicate, limited by her vocabulary of cries and wiggles.
We're still learning the difference between hungry, diaper, hold me, and chatty. We joked last night that we should invent a machine that translates her cries into generic adult communication: term papers, salon gossip, infomercial, etc.
Posts will be sporadic the next few days as our world reorients itself to the addition of Slane. More stories and pictures will come as we find moments to steal away and share more stories with you.
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