Tuesday 8 June and Audrey and Eleanor are coming home. Audrey is exhausted, sore all over (I'm lying here. She's sore in some very specific places, but let's keep it upbeat, yeah?) and just wants to go home. The hospital staff have been brilliant, but it's time to go home.
Eleanor is starting to come out of her early drugged-up state and is becoming a bit more animated. Only a bit mind. There's a bit more gusto to her screaming when she's hungry, but she's only awake about 20% of the time.
Nappy changing isn't that bad. Her poos remind me of the green spicy stuff that you get with popadums in Indian takeaways. Hmm. Not sure that's a good association to make.
In this modern age it's not too surprising that Ellie has 6 grandparents - and with no competition (Audy and I are both only children, you see) they'll soon be entirely under her control. The two mums are first to see her and both are smitten. The first night at home is quite an experience, but we get through it, and in the morning nothing seems as bad as it did when she was feeding at 4 in the morning. She's so damn cute you just forgive her. But yeah, it's going to be zombie time for a while now.
All the women in the street have been going nuts over her. This is a disturbing power that newborn babies have.
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