Lauren arrived at 3:48 on a Saturday morning.
By Sunday morning we were checked out of the hospital, and I debated heading to church with the rest of the family! I felt pretty good at that point, but I was reminded over the next few weeks that my body definitely needed to recover.
The hospital stay itself was a bit of a blur. The marvelous moments of introducing Lauren to the rest of her family were high points, and the screaming and spitting Lauren did most of the night were low points. I was worried this boded many rough nights to come, but fortunately I figured out the dairy in my hospital diet disagreed with her, and she was much happier at home when I eliminated it.
