I was reading another mommy blogger's post this morning about the first day home from the hospital with a newborn. I had to laugh at what she posted because it definitely brought back memories... and got me thinking about how different it will be this time around with a 2 year old running around. What will we need to do differently exactly? Obviously, I won't be able to leave baby sleeping in the bassinet if I have to run to the bathroom or something. Riley could all too innocently accidentally pull the whole thing over while trying to peek at baby. Scary thought. Yes, thoughts like these have been running rampant through my mind the past couple of weeks. My solution to the above situation would be to set up the pack n' play and set the bassinet basket inside the pack n' play. The bassinet stand would stay in our bedroom for bedtime. I'm 90% sure little miss Harper will definitely be spending quite a bit more time in the pack n' play than Riley did. **sigh** I just can't stop thinking about possible horrifying scenarios we may encounter this time around... then again, it could be smooth sailing and an easy transition. The scariest part is that we won't know until we get home with baby!!! Oy vay. Anyway, here's the post from the oh-so-funny I Like Beer and Babies blog in case you're curious.
What Happens on the First Day Home from the Hospital
Wake up to breakfast in bed provided by the hospital cafeteria.
Have the lovely nurses in the nursery wheel in your precious baby and spend the morning bonding.
Talk to the Dr., who tells you the great news: you are being discharged today.
Panic.
Realize you left the car seat in the car.
Panic.
Send hubby to get said car seat while you are alone with the baby.
Panic.
Realize you don't know how to work the car seat.
Panic.
Finally get the baby in the car seat only to realize that it looks like you just placed a mouse in a cage fit for an elephant.
Panic.
Say goodbye to the lovely hospital staff and thank them for all they have done.
Panic.
Get wheeled down to the car while realizing that this is it: no more pushing a button to get help when you need it.
Panic.
Get yourself, the hubby and the baby in the car.
Panic.
Drive five miles an hour on the car ride home.
Panic.
Get home and feel like a strange man in a strange land.
Panic.
Get unpacked and wonder what to do next.
Panic.
The baby cries.
Panic.
Try to figure out what the baby wants.
Panic.
Figure out what the baby wanted only to have it start crying again.
Panic.
Try to figure out what the baby wants.
Panic.
Figure out what the baby wanted only to have it start crying again.
Panic.
Try to figure out what the baby wants.
Panic.
Figure out what the baby wanted only to have it start crying again.
Panic.
Realize that you have been home for eight hours and haven't eaten or used the bathroom.
Panic/get faint.
Decide it is time for everyone to try to go to bed and put the baby down for the night.
Panic.
Obsessively watch the baby sleep and analyze every twitch and breath.
Panic.
Baby wakes up crying.
Panic.
Feed baby and put it back to sleep.
Panic.
Obsessively watch the baby sleep and analyze every twitch and breath.
Panic.
Baby wakes up crying.
Panic.
Feed baby and put it back to sleep.
Panic.
Obsessively watch the baby sleep and analyze every twitch and breath.
Panic.
Baby wakes up crying.
Panic.
Feed baby and put it back to sleep.
Panic.
Obsessively watch the baby sleep and analyze every twitch and breath.
Panic.
Baby wakes up crying.
Panic.
Decide that it is finally time to call it night and start your day.
You made it!
One day down, 18 more years to go.
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