DAY 1

I'll be honest. I don't remember a whole lot about this day, just that we were overjoyed and sure that we would ALL be home by Christmas.
Dawson had a hard time breathing, but being that he was 6 weeks early I wasn't really surprised. But since he was 4 lbs. 12 oz. already I figured we would be in and out of the NICU in no time. He was so cute and I couldn't take enough pictures of him, even though they all looked the same and he was hard to see because of all of his wires.

I also finally got to hear his sweet little cry for the first time.

Proof that I was feeling like things were great that day- I had done my hair and make up. Excuse the ugly hospital gown. I hadn't changed yet because I was still scared of my incision and I don't think I had had Logan go get me clothes yet.

(I guess I should also say to excuse my roots. Good thing a couple weeks later my sister-in-law Jessie was able to come to town so I could have her fix me up.) 

Emmy had stayed with my mother-in-law the first couple of days. Unfortunately, kids aren't allowed in the NICU so Emmy couldn't go see Dawson. She was pretty excited to see pictures of him though.