The journey to get this kiddo home to Roselle was almost as difficult as it was to bring him into the world. So, as most of you know, Chicago received quite the downpour on Friday night and as a result there was major flooding. Mike had gone home Friday to get some sleep and pick up the car seat. It took him 3 HOURS to get from our house to the hospital on Saturday. He kept calling me to tell me this road was closed and that road was closed and he had to retrace his steps about 12 times. It was so frustrating! Meanwhile at the hospital we were nearly ready to go, but a doctor was supposed to come check Sam out. Well the doctor was stuck in Michigan, unbeknownst to us, and we waited until 3pm till they finally decided to let us go home. Of course getting discharged took way longer than necessary and Mike actually had to flag someone down to get a wheelchair to get me out! We opted to drive to my parents house first which was 10 min away to pick up Noah, visit some family, and see what traffic was like. We finally decided to make the trip home, which wasn't too bad thankfully. We pulled in the driveway and the garage wouldn't open. The power was out! So we had to get Noah ready for bed and enjoy our first night at home with no lights and no a/c. I was about ready to cry and Mike was about ready to punch a wall. In that very moment we looked down to see Noah hovering over Sam's carseat saying in a high voice, "It's ok Sam Dan, I'm here, I'm here!" So sweet! We survived, despite having to open windows while an outdoor concert was blaring a few blocks away. Finally the air came on at 12:30am and we were able to get some sleep. I'm sure this will all make a great story some day, but in the moment it was pretty terrible. The good news is that Noah has been the BEST big brother and Sam seems to enjoy nothing more than nursing for 1.5 hours followed by sleeping for 2-3 hours. Whew. PS, that last picture is Sam with Calvin. Yep Calvin is 10 weeks old, yet he dwarfs Sam. Pretty Awesome!
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