Home sweet home.

After 5 long months in hospital we were finally able to take Vinnie home on Tuesday. I guess the day had to arrive eventually, but at times it was hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel!

I had good intentions of updating the blog sooner, but what can I say... the little guy has been keeping us really busy! This full time parenting business is actually quite challenging (once upon a time I thought it was going to be such a breeze...), even without the extra issues Vinnie has (little things like feeding and breathing) it is hard work keeping up with nappies, laundry and housework. Tending to a crying baby throughout the night also has left me feeling a little frazzled...

But still extremely thankful and overjoyed to have him home.

Cam took most of last week off work so it was nice to spend some time together adjusting to the new routine of having Vinnie home. I have felt a lot more relaxed (big pat on the back) than I thought I would be. I had visions of sitting in the bedroom with him all day obsessively watching him 24/7... I think that the hospital environment can add to the levels of anxiety. On our first day home Cam went and bought a baby monitor and we were able to relax with a glass of wine and a nice home cooked dinner (by the fabulous Cam of course... my how I have missed his cooking) while Vinnie slept peacefully (mostly) down in our room.

We even ventured outside and took Vinnie for a couple of walks to local cafes for coffee. Normal activities are feeling somewhat abnormal and I am getting excited about the small stuff. (This must be what it feels like for prison inmates when they are released?)

Vinnie is doing amazing well. Quite a few staff at NICU had told me that he would thrive once we got him home and it really does seem to be the case. He is gaining heaps of weight and has been doing so well with his oxygen (confession - I do peek at the monitors occasionally).

Probably the most challenging aspect still is feeding Vinnie. He seems to be getting worse, not better, with his bottle. Lots of tantrums around feed time and 95% (5% bottle for dad. 0% for mum) of it is going down the naso gastric tube. I had been complaining to Mum about this so she offered to come down today to help. I pretty much told her not to expect him to take the bottle for her... but you know when parents know best and want to put in their two cents worth? Well, low and behold the little monkey wanted to take the bottle for her. Albeit, not much milk was taken but he still had a very reasonable attempt. One word for Mums reaction. Smarmy. Very smarmy indeed. (I probably would have been too.)

Today has been my first day at home (alone) with Vinnie. I was kind of dreading it, as feeding him sometimes feels like a two person job and he has been awake a lot during the day. But he has behaved like a model baby today! One that is about to awake any moment now to be feed so I'll leave off here for now...