Our first night home. It wasn't terrible. Of course, I am tired. I can definitely feel that I am older. I am more tired. I am sore. But I am love with Oliver.
When we finally woke up for the day, we put Oliver in the sun to try to help with the jaundice.
Isn't he so cute?
While we were in the hospital, Jonah kept asking how old the baby was. When we told him two days, he kept insisting that no, he was five years so how old was he. We told him that it was his birthday the day before and then Jonah got upset. He wanted to be invited to his birthday party. So we told the boys that we would have a birthday party for the baby when we got home. Mom and Dad had the boys at their house during our hospital stay and kept them until dinner time. Mom brought over some dinner for us and we had a cake to celebrate Oliver's birthday.
While it is very nice to be home, it is extremely overwhelming. I have to be honest and admit the day was full of tears and anxiety. I love the boys but they are overwhelming to me. They are full of constant questions and constantly moving and in my face. It makes me feel like I can't handle them. Like, I just want to hide in my room with the baby under the covers and not come out. I know this is going to be a huge battle. I am very thankful that Jake is home and can play with the boys and help me out because I need it immensely.
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