Sunday, April 24, 2011

"That was a long night." (Sunday night / Monday morning)

So, we finally managed to break Cornelia out of the hospital yesterday.  More on that story later. 

We just finished our first night alone with Cornelia; just her two dads and our wits to make it through the night intact.  It went pretty smoothly.  There were not a lot of tears.  Mike only broke down once.  (Just kidding.)  We (and by "We," I mean Cornelia.)  had bottles at 9:00 p.m., 11:30 p.m., 2:30 a.m., 5:00 a.m., 7:00 a.m.  The times are all approximate because although we had a schedule - one bottle every three hours - Cornelia pretty much set the schedule.  In addition to bottles, there was good pooping.  But there wasn't a lot of sleep.  In fact, pretty much none.  Mike has firmly established himself in the "panicked and paranoid" dad role, jumpinng up every time Cornelia even squeaked just to be sure she was okay, and sometimes even when she wasn't making a sound just to be sure she was okay.  Ken handled it all like a pro - calm and fearless the entire time.  We just finished breakfast (thank goodness for Michael's wonderful housekeeping staff Rima and Biru) and are now back to bed hoping for a bit of shut-eye before Cornelia gives us the high sign for her next bottle.

1 comment:

  1. Hang in there! You are doing a super job handling our precious Cornelia. Thank goodness she has not started making screaming demands like, "I am wet, hungry, and need burping". If so, you two can handle it. Love you and please know that our prayers are with you.

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