Changing the 100th diaper of the last couple of days, I suddenly realized that she wasn't finished with her very dirty business. She grunted and then -- I heard a poot, the kind made by a 4-day-old. Next thing I know, there is poop flying through the air in small pieces headed toward me. I screamed out of suprise. C. Didn't think it was funny but I was laughing for 5 minutes. Then I took off every thing I had on and put it straight in the wash.
Kate 1 - Dad 0.
We made it home from the hospital today. I can't tell you how glad I am to be back in my king sized bed. That little tiny broke down thing they call a "pull out" bed is NOT comfortable. I've been more comfortable sleeping on the lawn.
The other thing that I learned from the hosptital was that I don't matter. They had a team of Docs and Nurses checking on C and a team for Kate. But me, I don't matter. I don't count. I'm not important.
Please pray for Cam's blood pressure to settle down. She's still having trouble with it getting up a bit. It doesn't help when I yell when I'm being pooped opon. But please pray that we can get good rest. That I can get caught up on work. And that Kate is healthy and strong.
Ok. I'm going to bed, (and going to watch LSU).
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Way to go Kate! Lily couldn't help but be proud of you! Did you sleep good last night?
Kate says she slept very well. And soiled many diapers.
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