Hold Him Like a Football

Here at the hospital, football seems to be the theme.  There are like 50 channels on the TV in our room, and it appears that 48 of theme are football stations. We watched the Jets vs. Patriots during my labor on Thursday pm, crappy college  or something on Friday, and UT, Alabama (2x!), and Florida A&M, etc on Saturday and into the wee hours of Sunday. 

We survived another night, and all things considered, I think we both feel pretty good. Dash is slowly developing a little routine, as his feedings are getting better and better.  It was a little tough when he wailed through each little gas bubble he felt - but overall he is a champ!

He continues to check out perfect with all his little baby tests; I think he gets that from me (Lmad).  He weighed in last night at 6 lbs. 15 oz. That's 6 lbs. 15 oz. of pure cuteness.

We are ready to make the big trek home today.  T-Dad and I are anxiously awaiting our own beds, as both of our backs are thriving. Hopefully all will go well with introducing Dash to Max the dog.  We'll post more soon!