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We're home! It's been a heck of a day. We almost didn't think we were going to come home because Noah didn't have a great night with his feeds. Luckily he ate like a champ at his 9:00 feed and when the Dr. rounded at 11:00, he said we could go. I was (and am) so happy. It still hasn't really sunk in it.

What has sunk in is the exhaustion and stress of the past 20 days. I feel like I could sleep for a few days. I get 3 hours though, and I'll take it just to be home with my family.

Here are some pictures from the past few days.

Here's Noah the day he got his feeding tube out.


Daddy and Noah all ready to go home. His outfit is so stinkin' small. It's seriously smaller than Emily's doll clothing.


I think she will be a big help and a wonderful big sister.


His first bath at home. He didn't cry at all.


He did great the whole way home. I was worried if he was breathing or about the altitude, but nothing really seemed to bother him.

So far so good...