All the tests and the weighing are done, so we’re going up to the 5th floor. I believe the official name is the “Wealthy Donor Women’s Health Floor”, but Betsey (and here I’m assuming the rest of the hospital staff) refers to it as “Mother/Baby”, a much more descriptive and minimally poetic moniker. Betsey and Elliott sleep when they’re not engaged in the feeding. A nurse comes in every two hours to check vitals on the boy and Mom. I’m lying on a terribly uncomfortable window-bed thing, so taken all together this means I’m not sleeping. But that’s OK, because even if we was at the Shanghai Pudong Shangri-La, we probably wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.
Lisa comes by around 7:30 to check up on Elliott’s progress and Betsey’s comfort. Also, she’s here to to *ahem* remove a few millimeters of flesh from the boy. In the morning, Michael goes home to take care of Molly and make sure that everything around the house is ready for our new tenant. He’s soon back to the hospital and hold the boy for a while. The nurse teaches him how to give his son a bath. Michael talks Tom, Bobbi, and Cara, who have checked into a hotel near the airport. The boy’s hearing is checked. Finally, around 3:30, all the tests have been administered, the freebies (from Simalac) gathered, and we’re ready to go home.
Grandma and Grandpa Sorensen, along with Aunt Cara, arrive at the house about 45 minutes after we do, and its a good things that Michael was holding him earlier, because Cara has taken over that job for now. We get a simple dinner from Earth Fare, and afterwards we open the first bottle of the Elliott Barleywine, which has been aging nearly as long as the boy has. Just like its namesake, the beer is very good.
And from here on, we begin the process of trying to find and settle into a routine. Grandpa Bruce and Grandma Carole show up late the next evening, and prove to be a tremendous help to both the new parents and the little guy. Mom and Dad start to figure out their boy’s schedule. Thankfully, he is feeding really well and is also sleeping fairly well. And that basically brings us up to where we are now. Home, with our boy, and endlessly happy.
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