Five days and 12 hours after her birth at NYU, Ellie arrived home in Brooklyn.
Slept most of the journey, Mimi said. Slept as Tim carried her up to the apartment. Slept in his arms.. Did baby things. Ate, cried, the rest you know.
Funny how much detail comes in the telling of bringing a baby home for the first time....
Settling in. Rested. A little freaked out not to have the dozens of NYU doctors/nurses/whatevers hovering around.
Just Tim and Mimi and Ellie, for the first time, truly on their own.
All will be well, I pray. And a new way of living began for them about 12:30 p.m. today.
No kidding....
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