But on April 15, 2006 we received notice we would get to go home-FINALLY! We were so anxious all morning and so very stressed that he wouldn't pass his last exam to get discharged. I prayed over and over and over for hours to please just let us bring our baby home. And it happened.
We dressed him in the tiniest newborn outfit we could find at the Gap on Michigan Avenue and started on the longest trip home from Chicago ever- I think it took us 4 1/2 hours.
We were in a state of euphoria. We asked our all family and friends to stay away for just that first day. We needed to re-group. To connect as a family. We showed Alaric all around our home and his new nursery. We danced in the kitchen. We laughed and we cried. But mostly, we held him on our chest or laid him on the ground and simply watched him in wonder as our little, now 5 pound baby, was now in our home and free of monitors and feeding tubes! It was heaven!
The very next day was Easter and we opened our doors to everyone! Brian's parents came in the morning
And my parents and brother and sister in the afternoon.
Since we couldn't take him out to public places for another month, our door was revolving and we couldn't wait to show him off!