Bringing Home Baby

On Saturday, September 11, 2010 I took my daughter home for the first time. I was anxious yet scared because I was leaving the hospital where I had constant support from nurses. Although I was excited to get home to my own house and bed, I was not looking forward to being there alone. My best friend drove down from Orlando to help me during my first days at home with the baby but I was still missing my family. My parents were still in Connecticut with my brother and my boyfriend was in the middle of football season.

Once I got home I was greeted by my aunt, uncle and cousins who came over to keep me company and set up everything that I would need for the baby such as the swing, play pin, bouncer and rocking chair. As my uncle and cousin began putting everything together I was preparing to watch my boyfriends game on TV.

My best friend came over during the 1st quarter of the game and I was happy that I would not have to be alone once my family left. As the end of the day approached I realized that I was blessed with a very good baby. She slept, woke up to eat and went to sleep again, I had no complaints.

That night my newborn and I slept in my parents room so I would not have to go up and down the stairs. My baby's first day home was nothing but memorable.