A calm Sunday.

Lots of feedings, changings, and sleeping. Finally feeling a sense of "normalcy" as we started settling in with our son.

Grandma and Grandpa came down to the hospital this afternoon...and had the chance to hold Thomas for the very first time. I hadn't realized that Mom hadn't had a chance to hold him yet, and we stole a few moments away from his light blanket so they could bond with him.

Watching Dad with him was hysterical...my father, the avid bird lover who raises canaries, kept whistling to Thomas and doing little hand gestures, kind of like shadow puppets without the shadows or the puppets.

Jonathan took a blanket home last night that Thomas had been wrapped in to help the dogs adjust to the coming changes. Viper was a little skeptical of the new smell. Maggie sniffed it a few times and sneezed all over it. Nothing like a good doggy welcome.

We have so many 'nuggets of wisdom' that we've taken away from each of the nurses that have taken care of me or taken care of Thomas: from handling things in the middle of the night to tricks to feeding and caring for him, to recovering from the c-section.

Yesterday, Fr. Benedict at St. Martin's offered a Mass for Thomas...and Jonathan and I had the Eucharist together today in my room.

The doc believes that Thomas had pneumonia for his first few days, and with the help of antibiotics has been recovering. His jaundice has been contained today: his score isn't quite falling yet, but it is no longer rising. His current worst case scenario is that he will go home after 10 days of treatment, and he's now 3 days in. We'll know more in the morning.

We're heading over to his 8 pm feeding, and then settling in at Sunshine tonight.

Life is good.