Bringing Home Baby

The very next day after the birth of Devon, the doctor swung by our bed & certified a clean bill of health for both mother & baby.

Evon fed Devon before we left & during the feeding session, I placed my finger in my son's small hands. I had read somewhere that the grip of the baby is enough to support it's own weight (although I strongly suggest that readers don't try this at home).



I made at least four trips up & down the hospital to shift ten flower gift displays down into the car. After packing up all our things, we, together with my mother-in-law & Aunt Gina, took our precious bundle of joy & went down to the first floor pick-up point. My mum had earlier reminded me not to bring the baby down to the basement carpark due to the possibility of inhaling fumes from the vehicles & a belief that the baby should leave from the main door instead of a side entrance.

Here's grandma holding Devon all bundled up.



I drove home carefully at a snail's pace & when I reached home, my mum, my sister & her 2-month old baby, Louis, were at the door to receive us.

We placed our baby in his cot & he looked absolutely beautiful and serene sleeping inside it. We placed our nephew, Louis, next to Devon for a group picture! Isn't that cute?



We then placed our Pupsik bean sprout husk bag over Devon & wondered how we managed to get such a beautiful baby.