We were finally discharged from the hospital and we got to bring our baby girl home! We got her all loaded up in the car seat (which she loved) and started our journey home. Tim drove, my Grandmommy was in the passenger seat and I was in the backseat with Kyla. Tim had her song, American Honey by Lady Antebellum, all cued up and ready to go as soon as we drove off. Hearing this song and having our baby in the car with us made me cry so hard, she is our American Honey and we were getting to bring her home for good. It was so exciting and we couldn't wait to introduce her to the rest of the family (our kitty cats).
Kyla did so well in the car; she just chilled and listened to the music. After about a 10 minute car ride we were home! When we got home, Taylor (our youngest cat) was at the front door greeting us but nowhere to be found was our oldest cat, Kane (Tim's cat for the last 13 years). My family had stayed at the house while we were at the hospital so somehow in the shuffle of people he must have bolted outside. What was supposed to have been the greatest day ever ended up being a very stressful and depressing day. Tim spent the majority of his time outside looking for Kane while I was working on pumping and trying to make sure Kyla was getting enough food. Luckily my Grandmommy was here, I honestly don't think I could have made it through the day without her. She is so rock solid and was exactly what we needed. The amount of stress and sadness about Kane missing, along with other things did not help my milk production, so I basically just put on a face and got through it because it was what was best for Kyla. Later that night Mark, Jessica, Brody and Connor brought us dinner (green chili chicken enchiladas!) and hung out for a bit. It was really nice having their company and Jessica worked with me on pumping and also on finding the perfect place to feed Kyla.
After they left we hung out here with my Grandmommy and then got ready for bedtime. This night was tougher than most because Kane normally crawls into bed with us, but he was gone, so there was no cuddling with him before shutting our eyes. This killed Tim, so he got up and went outside for a breather and saw a cat on my car, but then the cat took off and he ran two houses down. Tim came inside to get me and I went outside and held the flashlight while we tried to see if this cat was Kane. Unfortunately he took off when Tim got closer so we weren't 100% positive that it was Kane, but there was a glimmer of hope. We were up and down through the night with Kyla and mostly because she still wasn't getting enough to eat. We gave her some more formula and she slept peacefully for a few hours. I continued pumping and started my milk supply in the fridge. There were a few times where she would just cry and cry so Grandmommy would take her and rock her while I rested for a couple of hours. The next day was pretty low key and we just continued figuring each other out and started to establish a little bit more of a routine.
Kyla did so well in the car; she just chilled and listened to the music. After about a 10 minute car ride we were home! When we got home, Taylor (our youngest cat) was at the front door greeting us but nowhere to be found was our oldest cat, Kane (Tim's cat for the last 13 years). My family had stayed at the house while we were at the hospital so somehow in the shuffle of people he must have bolted outside. What was supposed to have been the greatest day ever ended up being a very stressful and depressing day. Tim spent the majority of his time outside looking for Kane while I was working on pumping and trying to make sure Kyla was getting enough food. Luckily my Grandmommy was here, I honestly don't think I could have made it through the day without her. She is so rock solid and was exactly what we needed. The amount of stress and sadness about Kane missing, along with other things did not help my milk production, so I basically just put on a face and got through it because it was what was best for Kyla. Later that night Mark, Jessica, Brody and Connor brought us dinner (green chili chicken enchiladas!) and hung out for a bit. It was really nice having their company and Jessica worked with me on pumping and also on finding the perfect place to feed Kyla.
After they left we hung out here with my Grandmommy and then got ready for bedtime. This night was tougher than most because Kane normally crawls into bed with us, but he was gone, so there was no cuddling with him before shutting our eyes. This killed Tim, so he got up and went outside for a breather and saw a cat on my car, but then the cat took off and he ran two houses down. Tim came inside to get me and I went outside and held the flashlight while we tried to see if this cat was Kane. Unfortunately he took off when Tim got closer so we weren't 100% positive that it was Kane, but there was a glimmer of hope. We were up and down through the night with Kyla and mostly because she still wasn't getting enough to eat. We gave her some more formula and she slept peacefully for a few hours. I continued pumping and started my milk supply in the fridge. There were a few times where she would just cry and cry so Grandmommy would take her and rock her while I rested for a couple of hours. The next day was pretty low key and we just continued figuring each other out and started to establish a little bit more of a routine.
Kyla sleeping tight in her Moses basket
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