So... I had totally planned on texting updates and photos to my blog throughout this delivery and recovery...I wanted to document it all, play-by-play.  But here we are just arriving home from the hospital, and I've obviously not done much. The texts didn't go through right, so I had Brian bring our laptop. But every time I wanted to go write something, someone needed to be fed. Or changed. Or poked/prodded. Or I was being told to rest. Or walk around. Or we had visitors/callers/texters. Or I was just sitting around holding my babies and really didn't want to do anything but that.  Ever. I kindof wish the world would stop and I could just focus on my babies. Brian and I spend a lot of time just staring at them. They're so incredible. These two perfect little creatures are part of our family now.   But although I know I should be soaking up every second of this relatively brief newborn period and that's all I WANT to do... I also have to record it, because I'm sure I'll forget everything. Even now, the birth and first-day details are starting to blur and fade. I'll try to post pictures and respond to people. But honestly - I'm not doing very well. I hate admitting that. I'd SO like to report I'm up and going like superwoman, as it was after my first pregnancy. But I'm in a LOT of extreme discomfort and pain. Not just because of the c-section... my doc made a big mistake that is costing me a week of mobility. It's T.M.I. for the blog, but I'm more than willing to whine about it if you want to know. It's quite the story. If all women had to go through what I have and am dealing with, I promise you the world population would decline exponetially. On the bright side, Bennett and Courtney are doing awesome. They passed all their tests and survived 842 million unecessary procedures. I'm feeding Courtney while typing this one-handed, actually. My babies are the greatest blessing and make everything I'm going through worth it.