As far as first nights at home go, I guess this is going okay.
It is 1:48 a.m. and we're both up. BioMom is nursing, and I'm messing around on Blogspot, Wikipedia and a Beta version of the Trixie Update that tracks ZeYo's, well. . . ZeYo's everything.
Cousin and her mom ("Lez" here or "Aunt on Mom's side") related stories to me of first nights home from hell. Lez's first night home with her first, under the guidance of the then American Pediatric Society's advice, was to let the baby cry on the FIRST night! Another story she relayed was from her fifth (!) son's first night home with his son. He called her at one point early on in the evening: Will you call us back? She was too late to call and so waited until morning to ask: What do you need? He said his son cried and cried and at 3:30 a.m. all three of them were crying.
We're not crying, yet.