Still, I am kind of like that animal, or sea creature or what have you. Except I'm not an animal (except a PARTY animal) and it's not danger I'm paralyzing over, it's a BABY.
My babies have always come very, very early, with crisis and prayer chains and candlelight vigils (exaggeration) and such, and then they chill in the hospital for SOME time, like weeks or months, while we buy baby furniture and diapers and have a baby shower. Then, once they reach 5 pounds, we bring them home attached to wires and monitors and wearing tiny little doll clothes, and then things get "normal". So I have no grid for taking a newborn baby from the hospital.
|Toby in borrowed carseat with "under 5 pounds" on it|
The plan today is to try to get my house less humiliating for when people have to come and clean it for me and assemble my crib and wash my clothes and find my toothbrush, because I didn't make a plan. Step 1, sit here and look panicked.