Hadley Who?

We're praying that "Hadley B" becomes our little "chill" baby. You know, the kind of munchkin that you can ignore but that still sweetly minds its own business, picks up after itself, and becomes the next president of the united states. So far, she is on track.

Maybe a little too much so.

In the last 24 hours, I've been discharged from two different hospitals (read prior post), Bower has puked on the couch twice, Brianna has fallen out of her high chair, and Mia is holding me hostage. She won't go to anyone else and she won't leave my lap. That doesn't mean, however, that she's been all that happy having me as her POW. Perhaps the below picture says it best:

So needless to say, our re-entry has been less than smooth. The girls have actually demonstrated great intrigue in Hadley and will frequently go over to her bouncy, cautiously point and say, "Baby! Baby!" But it's clear that the events of the last 2 days have been traumatic on them (Mia especially). And, in truth, Elise and I weren't prepared for the intensity of it all and are pretty overwhelmed.

So much so that, at one point in the fray, Elise asked me to do something for Hadley. Half hearing her and half distracted by one of the other girls, I absentmindedly replied,

"Hadley who?"