Home Again, Home Again...

The best thing you can be told is that it is time to fill out your hospital discharge papers!  Being in the hospital three days isn't forever, but it's amazing how nice home sounded.

Ty was apparently a little skeptical of this 'home' place

Until Daddy came to take him :)

Resting in Daddy's arms with the softest blanket ever that Nana made

We actually had to borrow a car seat for the ride home from the hospital.  We still don't own one, not even a Chase-sized one.  There just isn't a huge need for one out here.  If Chase and I are in a car, it's with Angela, and she has an extra one.  And cabs don't require car seats.  For the record we did plan to buy one for the baby (and still do), but we were told we were getting one as a group gift from the baby shower.  ...but the baby shower was canceled when Ty showed up early.  It was actually scheduled for an hour before the discharge time.

All ready to go 

Getting buckled in the car

We also took an Uber home.  So we took the train to the hospital and a cab home -- oh, the craziness of living in New York.

Crossing the bridge back to Queens

And finally Ty and I were home.  Best feeling ever.  Everyone.  Together.  At Home.

And then we rested.