Our surgeon said something to us just before we left: "It's been a long six months." I responded, "It's only been five months." He said, "No, January 1, right? That's February, March... Oh, yeah, huh, five months." It was just the kind of five months that seemed like six, even to someone who is always in a hospital. It's been a short ten days. Time flies when you're having fun.
Just look how much fun we're having:
Blaise loves home so much that she's gaining weight much faster than she had been at the hospital, up nearly half a pound since we've been home. This morning she was 10 lbs, 5 oz, meaning that she now outweighs each of our cats.
How do the cats like Blaise? We exiled our younger cat to a friends' house for the first week of Blaise being home. The curious cat who likes strings and milk seemed like the wrong one to have around while we learned to juggle a baby with a milk-filled string attached to her. Our older cat has largely ignored Blaise; the younger one just wants to sniff all of her stuff. I think Blaise might be bringing them closer together, in an enemy of my enemy sort of way.