Last night, Sammy snuggled into his pillow in his bed, said with a sigh, "We're home" and promptly fell asleep. It was so perfect.
Everything we brought with us smells like Betadine, the very hospital smell that makes me want to vomit. I can't get the smell out of my nose. Jay spent a good portion of yesterday doing laundry, and last night I plopped Sammy down in the shower (he can't have a bath yet) and scrubbed him as clean as we possibly could. We even sang a little song about washing away the doctors and the hospital. He was just happy to be drawing all over the walls with his bath crayons, but gah, I couldn't do enough to wash it all away.
It was only three days, but it felt so long. So very happy to be home.
My name is erika-renee, but call me eka - pronounced "eh-ka." I'm suddenly somehow 32, though I still love pigtails and overalls and silly, happy things. I live north of Boston, and I'm happily married to 
I'm a mama!
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