Empty Nest

Last night was the first night home without our baby. What a weird feeling. It is comforting though that someone is watching her all night and taking care of her. Despite how tired I am now, I know that when she comes home that responsibility will be on Karl and I, and sleep will be scarce. Everone keeps telling us go get some sleep while we can, but I haven't been able to. As you can imagine my mind is full of thoughts about this past week. It has been the most amazing and exhausting experience of my life! I keep thinking about the absolute miracle that has happened and how much I love that tiny creature. You always hear that newborns are really not that cute, and it is true they are not. You expect the doctor to hand you this beautiful beaming infant and instead you get a slimy, swollen, cone head looking thing and you think, "Whoa! Are her eyes gonna look like that forever!?" Fortunatley, the answer in no, and the more I look at her, the more I fall in love. Maybe it sounds sappy, but I always get this feeling that I would do anything I needed to, if it were in her best interest, to make sure she has the best opportunities for a good life. I don't want to be an overprotective, paranoid parent, but suddenly it seems that biting and scratching would be an appropriate way to tell someone I don't like what they are doing to my baby. Just kidding, but those of you who are parents can probably relate. Anyway, it is time to go to the hospital to feed her and then maybe I can squeeze in a nap!