Now bringing home your first born child should be a milestone, magical moment. Well, let's go over how it went down at my house.
To preface, my parents were planning on being at my house (visiting from Kansas City) when we got home. And as every first time mom knows, you need your momma during this time because you are actually coming home from the hospital with a BABY! Seriously, I don't know if we thought this one through very well. I mean, we didn't even know where to set Sophie down when we got home. Poor girl!
However, the day before we left the hospital, my father, who was graciously watching our 90 lb. lab, took the dog on a morning walk. I get a phone call from my mom a little while later saying that she and my dad were on their way up to the hospital to see Sophie and I but they may take little while because they have to stop by the ER first. What?!
Turns out, our sweet and normally calm dog decided it would be pretty funny to see his grand-pa do a face plant on the sidewalk and promptly brought him down faster than Daniel getting his leg swept in Karate Kid! A trip to the ER and an X-ray later my dad comes in with a cast, dislocated finger and cracked pinkie finger.
So, mom and dad had to head home to Kansas City early because dad had to meet with a hand surgeon to have a plate put into his finger! This leads to the inevitable hormonal break-down on my part because my parent's are leaving me with a baby! Cue the wonderful, foreign nurse who holds onto me while I cry and tells me that it is perfectly normal while my terrified husband looks on wondering what has happened to his strong and feisty wife. Poor thing now has two crying women to deal with, me and Sophie. Oh happy days.
Stay tuned for Part 2.
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