Sleep, please.

I spent the last two nights with Chelsea at the hospital helping her out while she recovers. She's not feeling too hot. Her blood count is way low and because they had to cut her uterus every which way, she is in more pain than usual. I think she will (should) be at the hospital for a few more days.
*Ang-St. Jo's is nice but I think you had a much better room at Rose. I even thought my room after I delivered at Lutheran was better than her room. Just my 2 cents.*
I was really, really happy to help out. Brand new baby smell is one of the best smells in the world. I think that is God's favorite scent because as corny as it sounds, I think of heaven every time I smell a baby. I can't help but think He gave babies that sweet smell to remind them of where they came from and where we hope to go.
He was up about every hour and a half trying to nurse but poor Chelsea just couldn't keep up so I got to feed him his bottles while she rested. It was lovely. I forgot how sweet they sleep after a diaper change and bottle. The nurse called it the "newborn honeymoon" phase. There will be so many phases to come in his life, Chelsea will blink and he will be 17 months. Ahhhh.... Enough of THOSE silly thoughts, I'm a sentimental fool that is going to bed :)