December 18, 2010 (Saturday): Dad brought Max over to the hospital Saturday morning to meet his little brother for the first time. He was apprehensive to see Mom carrying Baby and he tried his best to rescue Mom from the room. It seemed safer to approach when Dad had the little one.
Soon Max was more interested in the bedside TV, which broke his attention only when he caught Mom taking pictures.
Unlike her first delivery, Mom was chomping at the bit to get out of the hospital. After hassling the nurses, she finally got her discharge papers and we were on our way out the door around noon - less than 36 hours after she was first admitted. Below, Max is checking out all of Mom's hospital bracelets. Next to Mom is Baby's going-home outfit - which she bought in a way-too-big size. Having a 2-year old warps your memory on how "little" newborns actually are.
We are now a party of four! Our newest family addition is still nameless - we have a few days yet to decide on that perfect name (as if nine months wasn't enough time!).
Just as we pulled into our driveway, we heard fire truck sirens in the neighborhood. Much to our surprise, it was Santa making some personal visits! We told Max that we arrange for Santa to do this every time he gets a brother.
December 19, 2010 (Sunday): Dad and Max making Mom pancakes after she spent a long night up with Baby.
Max climbing and bouncing on the couch, despite his parents' constant "Be-carefuls!" Mom's worry lines are sure to deepen with two boys now...
But it's all good.
Congrats! He's adorable!
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