Home again

Those most observant readers in the group have probably noticed my recent silence on the blogosphere.

Netflix, you ask?  Legit theory, but no.  Although admittedly, I did recently consume two seasons of AMC's The Killing, only to decide it's essentially all the first half of a Law and Order episode...spread out thinly over the course of 26 episodes.  It was good, don't get me wrong.  But by the end, watching it felt tedious and almost like a chore. (And my husband thinks I'm 'not working')

Well, I am happy to announce that I *actually* blame my recent absence on following: 

After 26 days in the NICU, a quick ten day fake-out at home, followed by ten days back at the hospital, I am simply thrilled to report that my family is finally reunited and sleeping under one roof.  

And by 'sleeping' I really mean to say 'napping' in 1-2 hour incriminates (that's true for two of us, at least).

It's just the usual newborn M.O.  Mom/Dad-friends, you guys know the drill, you've been there.

I have made attempts to write, but until today the accumulated sleep deprivation built up over the past eight weeks (I count my five day pre-baby hospital-based magnesium-binge) has done a real number on my word-finding ability.  Previous attempts at blog posts over the past couple days have looked something like this:

a-duhhh...

Now that we are home and our little guy has officially hit 38 weeks, I almost feel like we can settle into some regular old, run-of-the-mill life with a newborn.

(Wood located and knocked upon)

No more monitors, IVs, PICC lines,  respirators, or sleeping in a chair.  

Instead, we are home sleeping in a bed (slash bassinet) free of beeping monitors and tangled IVs.  We are home and embracing some beautiful, delirious chaos.