The day has finally come- Lela is home and we are on our own.
Wait. What does that mean? "On our own".
Like the nurses don't live with us but they're just a phone call away, right?
The supply closet is open and full of diapers and clean linens?
We can phone in an order for bagels and coffee? At any hour?
What do you mean "we're on our own"?
What about breastfeeding. That isn't easy. We need help.
And diapers? Woof. That's a crappy job. I could use an assist there.
Lela may cry at night. Who can I call?
So we really are on our own.
Well, sort of. There are old members in this pack who haven't met Lela yet.
And one of them is ready.