Cubby: Take Two

Ah. Bringing baby home from the hospital. A special, once in a lifetime experience. Unless you're us, of course, and then you get to do it TWICE.

So fun.

Not really.

Hi! Did you miss me? Did you even notice I was gone? Did you think I had perhaps gone over the sleep-deprived edge and done a runner?

Surprisingly, no.

Instead, I have been in the hospital. Or, more accurately, Cubby has been in the hospital and I, as his food supply, have been hanging out in the room while he sunned himself like a seasoned beach-goer. When we went to the pediatrician on Monday, he said the jaundice was worse and the baby would have to go under the lights for a couple of days. We went straight to the hospital and I've been there with him ever since. He luxuriated in the warmth and light and ate every two hours; I watched the snow fall outside the window and watched bad t.v. and ate bad food for two days. Really, the food at the hospital offends every sensibility.

ANYWAY.

We got sprung today, thanks in large part to the small child's capacity to eat like a line backer and therefore expel the evil bilirubin that causes jaundice. He obviously inherited our healthy appetites, if nothing else.

So. Yes. Home again. Settling in again. Doing laundry again. And REALLY looking forward to dinner. Seriously. They gave me FISH STICKS for dinner on Monday. I may never recover.