Coming home

Brandon: I’ve had enough of the hospital. I want outta here.

So my little warrior proceeded to Shoryuken the requirements the doctors said he needed to go home.

The very next day the feeding tube was removed, and he proceeded to gain the weight he needed to GTFO.

The very next day the feeding tube was removed, and he proceeded to gain the weight he needed to GTFO.

So, Brandon celebrates his pwning of the system in the manner worthy of men.

Father-son fist bump of triumph!!

Father-son fist bump of triumph!!

Brandon: I’m ready to go home Daddy!

Daddy: Yay! That’s my boy ^_^

 

Actually, Brandon was cleared to go home on Monday; I’m posting about it only on Thursday evening. We’ve been flat out scrambling since and still aren’t caught up.

His crib is kinda ready though.

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I’m supposed to keep him in his crib if he’s not nursing. Not a very realistic proposal since I have to try maximize the time he’s asleep to either catch up on rest myself (that’s when he goes back into his crib) or eat, or bathe, or sort out baby stuff, or other household things. Happily the crib and the baby change table were mostly sorted out by Rhys before I got home.

There are times I’ve had to put him down somewhere though, when he’s happy to be laid down and just look around while Mummy bustles about.

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Special delivery

I improvised at one point with this portable … uh, bassinet made from a Hobby Search delivery box and one of the thicker folded up baby blankets he can’t use because it’s too hot right now.

This is more my speed.

This is more my speed.

For some reason Brandon sleeps better in his improvised crib. Seriously, he’s in the box right next to me, and will sleep better in it even if the flat surface of his bed, or ours, is available.

I do hope to buy him a little portable cloth crib though.

He is enjoying the perks of home, like a bath ‘tub’ that fits him.

He is not crying. I will take that as he likes the bath but is unsure of the bubbles.

He is not crying. I will take that as he likes the bath but is unsure of the bubbles.

And he fascinates his uncle Aff, who can’t get over how tiny he is.

Aff: My hand is bigger than he is!

Aff: My hand is bigger than he is!

Unfortunately for the older siblings they can’t come close for a while because they were sick while I was gone. They are enjoying being able to see him from a bit of distance though.

Nap time.

Nap time.

All in all, content to be home.

 

 

 

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