Big Weekend
Yes, it's a Big Weekend. Why? Two reasons:
(1) Gretchen and Baby come home tomorrow after 5 nights in the hospital. Unlike the States, where they pretty much kick new mothers out on the street in 24-48 hours, 5 days seems to be fairly standard here (and longer doesn't seem to be a problem if you need it). Plus, the nurses take a lot of time to show you how to do everything so you don't feel quite as clueless and overwhelmed when you bring the baby home. Of course this means that now the hard part begins (well, I suppose labor is also one of the hard parts, but I didn't really think it was so bad!). People at work have commented that I've seemed pretty well-rested this week, which isn't hard to do when you're sleeping in your own bed and your wife and daughter are getting excellent care in the hospital. Starting tomorrow we can't just push a button every time the baby starts crying. If you'll excuse me, I think I need another glass of wine...
(2) Our good friend Stacy is getting married (to Simon) in New York on Sunday. We're exceptionally happy for them, and despite having possibly the best excuse of any non-attendees, we're bummed to miss what should be a great time. So, if we're actually awake on Sunday evening, we'll be sure to raise a toast to the happy couple.
(1) Gretchen and Baby come home tomorrow after 5 nights in the hospital. Unlike the States, where they pretty much kick new mothers out on the street in 24-48 hours, 5 days seems to be fairly standard here (and longer doesn't seem to be a problem if you need it). Plus, the nurses take a lot of time to show you how to do everything so you don't feel quite as clueless and overwhelmed when you bring the baby home. Of course this means that now the hard part begins (well, I suppose labor is also one of the hard parts, but I didn't really think it was so bad!). People at work have commented that I've seemed pretty well-rested this week, which isn't hard to do when you're sleeping in your own bed and your wife and daughter are getting excellent care in the hospital. Starting tomorrow we can't just push a button every time the baby starts crying. If you'll excuse me, I think I need another glass of wine...
(2) Our good friend Stacy is getting married (to Simon) in New York on Sunday. We're exceptionally happy for them, and despite having possibly the best excuse of any non-attendees, we're bummed to miss what should be a great time. So, if we're actually awake on Sunday evening, we'll be sure to raise a toast to the happy couple.
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