Watoosa and Ben are now home from the hospital. We're all pretty exhausted, but happy to be home, and happy that Watoosa's parents are here to help. We've got relatives lined up to cover the next three weeks or so.
Ben is very healthy. He weighed in at a hefty 9lbs. 11.4 oz., and he only lost about a pound of that before he started gaining again. He's also very sweet-natured, as long as his every wish is fulfilled without delay. Unfortunately, doing so is made more difficult by the fact that Watoosa is moving a bit slower than usual. When he's being...uh, not sweet-natured, he can pack a wallop. He's already developed a William Shatner-style karate chop, with which he rained blows on my face and chest when he had to wait for Watoosa to get out of the bathroom and feed him (check out the 1:15 mark here to see what I mean). He should call it Kirk Fu.
It's still a little overwhelming to realize that I have a son, but in a good way. When we finally got discharged, we were so excited and relieved that when I went to get the car, I steered toward home out of the parking lot before I realized that I was forgetting to pick up Watoosa and the baby at the entrance. Luckily, I didn't get far.
For more on Ben, check out his blog at The Kid (soon to be renamed). We've been too tired and busy to post anything yet, but that will change soon.
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