Nicky and I came home after four days in hospital. We stayed a bit longer than normal as Nicky was jaundiced. But after 24 hours of sunning himself under UV lights he was back on track. It was so nice to get home. Life at hospital consisted of a series of interruptions starting from 6am in the morning when someone came to collect the bin, followed by people coming to offer me pain killers, take my temperature, take my order for lunch, take my order for dinner, or Mrs Doubtfire, as I dubbed her (a mad Scottish lactation consultant), coming to offer breastfeeding assistance, etc etc etc.
Upon arriving home Nicky was greeted by his two Uncles. No, not Uncle Steve and Uncle Mike, but Uncle Ziggy and Uncle Reagan, our two dogs. The reaction of "the Boys" to Nicky had been a subject of great speculation on my and Kristian's part. You do hear these terrible tales of people having to give away their dogs when they go psycho when a new baby arrives in the house, so we were crossing our fingers that all would go well.
We had been trying to prepare the Boys for the arrival of Nicky in creative ways such as playing them sound-bites of babies howling (which, suffice to say, they were rather disturbed at!) We had even tried the Baby Bjorn out on Reagan...hmmmm, how would that prepare Reagan for Nicky's arrival, you might ask. Heck, I told you that they were creative techniques!
Anyway, after overcoming the elation of seeing yours truly again, Z and R gave the Nickster a good ol' sniff and were quite curious. There was a bit of whining from Reagan, who is a complete Mummy's boy, but nothing too dramatic. All in all it seemed to go quite well.
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