Kinley is getting used to a whole new world. The house may be too quiet and dark for her, especially at night. She seems to sleep better when there’s a little light and we are up and about making noise. We have a few sound machines, but none of them make the beeps and chimes of the hospital. I joked about putting on episodes of Grey’s Anatomy or House to help her feel at home and mom actually tried it.
Kinley isn’t the only one adjusting to life outside the hospital. Several times now I’ve held my hands under our sink faucets and stood there waiting for the water to start automatically. I practically forgot how to make coffee at home. I wouldn’t say that I miss the monitors, but I do often watch Kinley and wonder what her vitals are and sometimes itch to reach for the thermometer at diaper change as we did at each hands on. I still think of everything in grams, milliliters, and centimeters, though the pediatrician works in pounds, ounces, and inches.
Mom swears it’s just the two of us, but she is still logging Kinley’s bottles in milliliters and not ounces.