Sunday evening, around six we drove up to our house, much like we had done so many months ago when we were very first arriving at our new home. Now it would really be home, children and all. Not so many cars were parked in the lot this time, but that would have been overwhelming. Will grabbed a car seat in either hand, I took brought the diaper bag. Roxanne opened the door for us and the house smelled of chicken, squash, and green beans. I melted, hospital food is not that great, but home cooked food is divine. Apparently my mother and Will's mother had been cooking and cleaning for a while. Callie was there and already had herself set up in the guest suit, across from the nursery. Also present were our friends Carissa and Wyatt, Molly and Derek, and Will's cousin, Elton, and his wife, Rebekkah.
The car seats were promptly deposited onto the coffee table in the fireside area of the kitchen, greetings and congratulations were issued, and the eating and ogling began. I was very glad to be home among my own things, at least this time arriving home really felt like home, not a strange dream. When I finished eating, I took each of the girls, one at a time, to feed them too. For this I took them to their bedroom, for privacy. Thankfully both of them liked to eat as much as their father and I do, so breast feeding was a snap after the first twelve hours. I did pump too, so Will could take his turn feeding them, something he didn't want to miss out on. The whole cloth diaper scene was another story, Will wanted nothing to do with cloth diapers. So for now, they were in disposables, for the first couple of nights.
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