We had made it through the first night, with great success!  Our little William was feeding great, he barely made a peep, stretched out, soaked up some sunlight for the first time, laid wide-eyed taking in the new world around him.
Then it was time for his circumcision.  I took him down to the nursery. . . Cory didn’t really want to see it, and I totally understood!  As we stood in the nursery waiting, I was standing over him just looking at him and wondering who he was going to be.  We had been calling him William since he was born.  It was the name that I had wanted from day one.  It is my grandfathers name, a strong name, and we would call him Will.  But something just wasn’t right about it for our little guy.  The more I looked at him, William just didn’t seem like his name.  So, I asked hin, “What do you want to be called?  William or Cooper?” and then he pooped.  He had picked his name.  He will forever be known as “Pooper Cooper”.
Just before the procedure began, Cory knocked on the nursery door.  I can’t say that either of us watched too much of what happened, but Cooper made it through like a champ.  A few screams subsided after a little sugar water, and we were on our way.  They later checked out his hearing, responses, and concluded he was a healthy little guy.  I was so relieved and excited!

Throughout his first day we had so many amazing visitors in the hospital, and it was very clear how much love surrounds us, we are all so blessed!

After 24 hours in the hospital, we were ready to get our son home!
It had been such a whirl wind experience, we came in as a couple, and we were leaving as parents.  Responsible for the growth, development, well bieng, and happiness of another human being for the rest of our lives.  Wow, what an amazing and joyous challenge we have ahead of us!
After his first car ride home, with a packed car, and car seat expertly put together – thanks to Cory – we introduced Cooper to his brothers, George and Shot.  They didn’t really want anything to do with him.  A few sniffs, a few nose nudges and they were back on their way.
We settled in for our first night alone, lots of feeding, lots of sleeping, and barely any crying – except me when I looked at him.  Must have been the hormones