This is the morning after our first night home with Baby Champuru. I slept off and on last night, in between feedings and peering at her in the co-sleeper beside me. We experienced some early morning fits of crying that lasted only a few minutes, but enough to pierce the silence of the wee hours and make me wonder how many of my neighbors are going to be giving us stink eye in the morning.

This morning, sleep-deprived but powered by OCD-tendencies (and 800 mg ibuprofen) to get the house up to snuff for baby, I have been working non-stop while Hubby watches baby sleep soundly in our bedroom. Here’s what I accomplished this morning:

- Cleared out the nursery of extraneous “stuff” by taking things out of their boxes and finding an appropriate place for them instead of in the crib, which has been our temporary storage area for the many generous gifts given by friends and family. (THANK YOU!)

- Unpacked my hospital bag.

- Cleaned the bathroom and living room.

- Did three loads of laundry.

- Made phone calls to doctor’s offices for follow-up appointments for myself and Baby Champuru.

Now it’s about time to check on baby to see if she’s ready for her next feeding. She must be starving by now, since she and daddy haven’t stirred for the past three hours!

I am working on writing my “birth story,” but I wanted to get this quick update out to let everyone know that I survived the arduous 26 hour labor and am hitting the ground running! Also, thanks to everyone who sent me Twitter messages, e-mails, and came to visit me in the hospital. I still have to catch up on my messages, but I’ll be going through them in between the frenetic cleaning and organizing, feedings, and (oh, yeah) sleep.