I had very mixed feelings on the day we brought Alex home. One, I was extremely excited to get out of that hospital room, until they came down and told me they wanted me to bring Alex to the nursery for his newborn pictures, I hadn't left the room. Mainly because I myself was not very mobile. I couldn't sit, stand, walk, lay down without this horrific cringe across my face so the idea of getting out was beautiful, like being released from prison (not that I felt the hospital was a prison in any way.) Two, I was scared to death! This was all new to both Kris and I, we did great in the hospital but we had sooooo much help with all the nurses and doctors always around at our demand. We were very aware that they were NOT coming home with us. How am I going to know what to do with this baby?
You learn, over time, that nobody knows what to do. In the words of the great Garth Brooks, life's a dance you learn as you go, sometimes you lead and sometimes you follow. I found out quickly that I was the follower and without a doubt, Alex was the leader, Alex IS the leader. Much to my surprise, my baby taught me how to take care of him himself. He let me know when he was hungry, when he was dirty, when he was tired and when he was bored. Who knew the newborn would be taking care of Mommy, I thought it was the other way around. This parenting thing is a daily lesson, I am definitely learning as I go, they way I see it, my baby is still breathing, kicking and screaming so I must be doing something right!