The Past Week

Wow!  It's hard to believe so much time has passed since Patrick last wrote.  I guess a week isn't a long time not to have a blog post, but it is when so much has happened!

Patrick spent Wednesday night at home with Connor, and the two of them came to pick Eamon and me up from the hospital on Thursday morning.  I was very anxious to see Connor and thought he must need me a lot, but I'm pretty sure I could have stayed at the hospital another day and he would have been fine.  I will probably do that next time, so I won't have two little boys jumping all over me for an extra day!

Wednesday before Patrick left.

Another one from Wednesday, before I took my shower.

We had gotten the suggestion from our doula to have Connor come to the hospital to take us all home.  Connor was happy to see me and asked to nurse while we were there.  He called Eamon by his name, though he still always calls him "baby Eamon."  He also whacked me on the stomach when we asked him where Eamon was.

First meeting of the brothers Jemison.

Eamon in his car seat with guard lion.

So sweet.

Posing before leaving the hospital.

At home with my new buddy.

Eamon has had several visitors, but apparently we have been doing terribly at taking pictures of him with different people.  Some of the most important people are his grandparents and we did get some pictures of him with his Happah and Nana, and a couple with his Sani in the background.  Sani stayed with us for 4 days and helped out so much.  When she left Patrick and I realized we would have to clean the kitchen by ourselves again!  Sad times.

Happah.

Nana.

Three living grandparents.

Having two nursing children has been an adventure so far.  Connor is dealing with it pretty well, but he does get jealous of times when Eamon is nursing.  He doesn't always like to share, but usually is okay with it for a little while.  Connor confusingly says, "Hold baby Eamon," when he wants someone to take Eamon from me so he can have me all to himself.  It took us a while to realize he wasn't asking to hold Eamon himself.  Patrick was able to get two pictures of me nursing both of them that are completely G-rated.

On the couch.

At bedtime.  While reading a book.  Gotta do what you gotta do. 

We had been asking Connor is he wanted to hold Eamon, and he had been saying no.  We didn't want to pressure him, but have it come organically.  Finally, he did and it was so sweet!  He kept pointing out Eamon's different features, and almost poking him in the eye while doing so.  Eamon was a good sport.

Mouth!

Sweetest snugglers ever.

I love Connor's suspicious look.

On Tuesday we took Eamon for his weigh in appointment.  When he left the hospital, he was down from his birth weight of 9 lbs 6 oz to 8 lbs 12 oz.  At his appointment, he was 9 lb 12 oz and had grown half an inch.  So Connor wins in the whole weight-gained-after-the-hospital, but Eamon is such a chunk!  I'm guessing he'll be at 10 lbs soon!