First Day Home

After a very long night, the events of which I will not reveal to you other than to say beware the nursery nurses at St. John's, we were told we were going home. Mom took a shower and Dad packed up our gear. We were all so excited. We were ready and waiting by 10:00.

And we were still waiting at noon...

And at 2:00...

But joy of joys, Dr. Heffron and Dr. Sadiki finally came and we got our walking papers. The wait was exhausting. I crashed out in the backseat with Mom and Dad drove. Grandma was there in the front yard to welcome us home.

Not bad digs, eh? My parents are yuppies so they have a thing for warm tones and lots of beige. Bland, but at least everything will Resolve nicely when I get old enough to destroy it with grape juice and crayons.

We were all so happy...

...until the weather report broke in over regularly scheduled programming. I remained calm. Not as much can be said for Mom. But seriously, can you blame a woman who spent nine months preparing for her precious little baby and got to bring her home to -

THIS!!!

That's right, folks. TORNADO! Sirens, lightning, rain, wind. The whole nine yards. The weather map on the television looked like a war zone, at least until the rain blacked out our reception. Nice of Oklahoma to welcome me home in such grand style!

This was not how Mom had planned on spending the evening. I heard her tell Dad that she never wanted to live anywhere but Oklahoma until that night. And to think everybody told her that having a baby in May was good timing! I got to give it to Dad, though. He did do a nice job on the fraidy hole. Scary, you say? Look, I slept through the whole thing. Took it like a champ. Mom was the one that cried like a... well, like a baby. You should offer your sympathies to her the next time you see her. I'm telling you, post partum hormones and civil defense sirens do NOT mix. Grandma was a pretty cool customer and she at least made Mom laugh a few times. But the storms did eventually pass and I got a get out of jail free card on sleeping in my crib. I'm in the pack 'n play right beside Mom. She may never let me out of her sight again.