Bringing Home Baby

Well, it couldn't last forever. At some point, we had to enter the real world of sleepless nights and cooking and cleaning for ourselves (aka parenthood). We snapped a few pics to commemorate the day.

Miss Priss does not like having her clothes changed. She was extremely angry and screamed her head off the entire time my mom and Michelle were getting her ready to leave the hospital. It didn't help that they had to stuff her into this newborn-sized outfit like a sausage. She's no petite thing.

Daddy is laughing because she's screaming louder than he's ever heard a baby scream before.

I didn't realize it then, but that was the first moment we saw her true temperament. Some babies you can swaddle up and they'll drift off to sleep with a coo in their flat, expansive beds. That was not our experience. Evelyn wants what she wants. Around 4 months we let her CIO and things got better, but that's a long time to have a tiny, screaming thing bossing you around. 

We're smiling in these pictures, but Evelyn was still fussing through this whole process.

We went outside for a second to get to the car, and she stopped crying for a few moments. It took her until 4 months to tolerate her carseat as well. She definitely was not calmed by the car. And of course she wasn't sleeping if she wasn't being held. There's far too much in this world to observe to sleep through anything.

We finally got home, and I left the bustle to steal away in her dark, quiet room. It took about a minute before she looked like this.

Alice thinks Evelyn is great because she's always on the floor, very smelly, and perfectly lickable. And now there's the bonus of E acting as Cheerio supplier.

Wildcat, like any good cat would do, tries her hardest to pretend that Evelyn never came into existence. She's in complete denial. Conversely, E tries to squeeze all of her excitement out into the cat. She thinks Wildcat is the most amazing thing and just can't get enough. 

There's a certain peace you only get from being at home. Somewhere in all of this, we didn't document the can of soda that fell on the floor and exploded in the kitchen. Forgotten are the words I yelled at anyone and everyone in sight (hormones, y'all). We just caught these sweet snuggles and first meetings as our lives changed forever. I'm glad it took me six months to get to writing about it because I can appreciate it all so much more now!