We went into the hospital on Monday, and Falk was born that day. We stayed for two nights, not a long time really, but it felt good to go home then. When I came out of the hospital and into the world, everything felt different, and it was as if I had been gone for a long time. I realized that the world was the same, but that I had travelled far. We had a little son. Our little, beautiful Falk.
The view from the hospital adds to the magic of being in that cocoon, of having had your baby and all is well, and you're there, just soaking it all up, while the world continues outside. The first morning after Falk was born, I woke up early, probably around 6 am. Mr. Payne and Falk were still asleep. The curtains were open, and I sat in my bed, and while I watched, the town slowly woke up. Lights came on in the windows, cars started passing, people took themselves to work. And there we were, fresh from a miracle.
Coming home was lovely. Balloons were up, and the girls were to say the least excited. They embrace their little brother warmly, and so far no signs of jealousy have occurred.
The main person himself is a very relaxed type of guy, at least so it seems (experience tells me that these things can change), so our days have been stress free so far. Snuggles snuggles and more snuggles!
So life goes on then, and it will never be like before.
God, I wish I could have endless amounts of babies.
