Today we came home. All of us. Our family :)
It took forever to leave the hospital. And turns out we snuck out before I watched a dvd required for discharge, but I know that you shake martinis, not babies, so I think we are fine. And of course you don't drink martinis when breast feeding, unless you have a freezer full of expressed breast milk because your hobby in the NICU was pumping (thus leading to an oversupply and a new hobby- a constant battle against engorgement, blocked ducts and the looming threat of mastitis).
So I will try to bang out a few posts to catch up tomorrow or the next day. Not tonight. It is nearly 1am and the next feed is sometime between 3 and 4 am, or whenever bubs demands, and in the meantime, I should manually express a bit before I burst. Or sleep and chance it.
But really quick. The cats. Cleo took a sniff and decided to go on with her life as before. Toffs has been much more curious, and also surprisingly brave. She was the first to come check out Bubs. Neither one has gotten too close but they no longer look concerned when she fusses or cries (things she generally only does when a nappy change is imminent.