Night one over

Our first night at home was rough one. We got very little sleep. Poor little man had a stuffy nose so he was awake a lot in the night and we were paranoid about every coughing and gurgling sound being a spit up. But we got through it.
After the 7am feed I set an alarm for 8.45 to get the house organised to see the midwife at 10.30. I made it out of bed at 9.30. Daddy and little man were dragged out at 10.10 under threat of what the midwife would say. She would have given daddy heaps!
The rest of the day was lovely and relaxing, but now the fear of what the night will bring is setting in. Fingers crossed.

In other news, elephant has a name. He is called Mr Snuffles in honour of his little friend. All the hospital midwives kept saying he was snuffly because he had a lot of mucous in his system still. It sort of stuck.