Todd and I took Candor home from the hospital on Friday, July 25. Nana Katie had made a sign welcoming us home.
We arrived at the house in the afternoon and all was well. By that night Todd and I began to worry that Candor was sick as he had not pooped. We stayed up all night imagining the worst. We had decided that Candor was not able to get any milk from me and he was dehydrated and that is why he was not pooping. At 8:30 Saturday morning we called our pediatrician and told them we needed to come in because our sweet baby was not pooping. We arrived at the hospital looking like hot messes. The doctor took a look at Candor and assured us he was going to live. At that point we realized that we had turned into those parents... Sigh. We bowed our heads, let them know we would be back on Monday for our schedule appointment and walked out. We did get a cute little picture of Candor on the scale.



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