uz jsme doma

uz jsme doma is (1) the name of justin's favorite band in the entire universe (no small statement, coming from him), (2) czech for "we are home," and, (3) as justin has declared, our theme for today.

we got home about 4:00 this afternoon - with milo!!! - and after justin hauled in all of bags and flowers and we showed milo around the house (he seems mesmerized by the hot pepper green walls of his room), we headed upstairs to sleep. the extent to which i need sleep, precious sleep, is great, but i find now that we're home i'm a bundle of nerves. not just nerves, really, but a bundle of frayed, live, nerve-endings. so justin and milo are napping and i came downstairs to read all the lovely comments left and to get at least a little of the events of the last four days off my chest in the hopes that it will give me some peace.

so for one thing, yes, milo looks quite like justin. i was thinking he looked like justin's family more than justin himself until just a couple of minutes ago, when i sat down at the kitchen table with the laptop and saw the photo justin's grandmother gave me a couple of weeks ago of justin as a toddler, and now it's crystal clear he is the spitting image of him. in fact, if reproduction worked the other way around, justin may have needed maternity tests to prove i was the mother. i will say that i think milo has my hands, which are probably one of my better features, so it was a good thing to take away from my half of his DNA.

he also looks a little like hans. i wondered all through the pregnancy whether they would look alike, and as we got closer to the end i worried they would look too much alike. when he first came out, i thought he looked completely different, but justin started seeing it over time, and when milo's head is turned to the side, i do see the resemblance. whatever our flaws, we have a sterling track record of making beautiful boys.

and may i brag about what a top-notch boobie-boy milo is? i cannot begin to describe how nervous i have been about breastfeeding. i will try to describe more later, because i need to work out some of my thoughts on the subject, but for now let me just say that he has made it so freaking easy for me. he's hungry every 3 hours, and no sooner, and he latches right on and is focused and extremely task-oriented (which also does sort of call into question the source of his DNA, because neither of his parents are like that), and so efficient a leech is he that my milk has already come in this afternoon. when i put on my current bra, just before we were discharged from the hospital mid-afternoon, it was comically saggy, and now it's filled out like a jane russell cross your heart commercial.

he's crying now for another round, so while justin changes his diaper, let me just say i feel like the luckiest girl in the world. i never knew it could be like this. i am completely blown away. i will write more later, and load more pictures (which are now legion) - let's face it, i will have TONS to say and show. you know me. :)