I'm not gonna lie to you, that first night home was not easy

We're talking the first twenty minutes of Saving Private Ryan kind of not easy. Milo's crying woke Henry, who would in turn cry out from his room, "My baby! My baby! Daddy need to see my baby!" It was an all night pee and poo show that included ten diaper changes (all tossed into a pile on the floor of course), one change of bed sheets, three Tylenol with codeine, six Advil, and daddy traveling back and forth between bedrooms, occasionally bringing in Henry so he could see that mommy was not hurting his baby. Milo and I worked on our breast feeding issues as I prayed we would make it through the night. We did.

In the morning I woke early to survey the damage. In spite of everything the room looked so sweet in the sunlight. All of my Althoff men were strewn about the bed amidst the discarded batteries from the nightstand light and all of the baby puke clothing. I began formulating my plan of attack for night number two. I was hopeful for the new day and thankful for the love explosion that Milo has brought to our home. I took in a deep breath and then stepped right into the middle of mount diaper on my way to the bathroom to clean poop off of my arm.