I’m writing from the hospital room. Marie and Nora are sleeping, and I’m on the pull-out chair , getting there soon. We had a nice afternoon, but Marie felt very overwhelmed with nurses & doctors this morning. They always seem to come when I’m not here. They seem to leave us alone when I’m in the room.
Anyway, all that poking and prodding has resulted in a clean bill of health for mom & baby, which is the most important thing.
We’ve had a very nice experience here, the doctors and nurses have been great, and even the food’s not too bad, but we are eager to take Nora home where we can be comfortable. Tomorrow morning we will brave the cold to get her home.
So far, Nora is a most agreeable baby. She’s curious, loves to be wrapped up in her blanket and then just stares out from her little peep-hole blinking slowly, looking around. She’s eating like a champ, and I’ve had plenty of practice to shake the rust off of my diaper changing skills. — just as I wrote this, Nora started fussing. . . her nose must have been itching, or ears burning, or whatever it is when someone talks about you. She’s back in the bassinet after fifteen minutes snoozing on daddy’s chest.
All the pictures here
This one, courtesy of Marie. . .
