Russell was a great little baby in the hospital. He was a natural at nursing, slept great, and didn't really cry. We spent most of the day holding and admiring his cuteness. We were so happy to have such a sweet little baby. I already felt sad that he was growing up, even just after one day. We could have stayed Saturday night at the hospital as well, but I wanted to get home to my own bed where nurses weren't coming in every few hours and waking us up. So we got ready, waited for Russell's final bilirubin test (it was fine) and left about 9:30pm.
Monday, August 20, 2012
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