Friday at the hospital was more or less uneventful: visiting with nurses, family and others. Pa-pa and I built a captain's bed that is currently mom's bed in Matthew's room, but will be Jordan's bed in a couple of months. (And by "Pa-pa and I built" the bed, I mean "Pa-pa did all the work, and I handed him the appropriate tool or piece of hardware as he requested it"). Jordan went to day care in the morning, but did get to go see Mom and Matthew in the hospital Friday evening. He loved that, discovering the foot pedals that operate the sink in the hospital room, and finding out that Mom's room had echoing ability.
This morning started off fairly uneventfully: we went to the discharge class with all the other new moms and dads (at 32 (me) and 30-something-or-another (Dondi), we were the oldest parents in there by 5 years; had we gone to yesterday's class, we would have been the oldest by at least a dozen years). Anyway, we learned such important things as to clean with soap AND water and that we did in fact, have to put Matthew in a car seat. So much for my idea of hanging him from the visor next to my garage door opener.
We did have one surprise: our "chosen hospital," Medical Center of Arlington (we're not planning on more kids, so I can say the name now) is the official hospital of both the Texas Rangers and the Dallas Stars. I'm not sure what that means exactly to be the official hospital of sports teams, but what it meant for us is Matthew got a Texas Rangers hat, a mini-Rangers baseball bat and four free tickets to a game during the 2008 season. So, that should be fun.
OK, "free" tickets. Yeah, that's funny to me, too. I'll let you know how much the "free" tickets cost when I receive the final bill.
Anyway, we're home now and I thought rather than a long, boring narrative (what precedes this doesn't count), we'll include pictures from the last three days. Enjoy. :)
Matthew's very first picture. He's slimy.
Mom and Matthew meet face-to-face for the first time.
Grandmas with new grandson. (Jo-jo, standing, Emo, sitting holding Matthew).
Matthew, being burped. He is not happy.
Aunt Cristina corrals Jordan and holds Matthew on the first day the two boys meet. Jordan's T-shirt says, "I'm the big brother."
Dad, Mom and Matthew in the hospital.
The hospital's photographer posed this shot of Matthew. You can buy the professional picture, or, here's mine.
Here's the three of us as we get ready to leave the hospital.
