Our last official day in the hospital, most of it we spent just hanging out and getting to know Francie. The standard stay for a c-section is four nights and we could have gone home Friday night if we wanted to... but I was surprised to like our stay in the hospital! I told Heff it was kind of like being at summer camp, you can go down the hall to breastfeeding classes (I know, me and my classes:), you get to pick you food for every meal (and it was for the most part good food!), people come and visit you and there are all these other people there in the exact same situation you are with babies the EXACT same age! There were even two other couples we knew (both fathers I went to grammar school with) on the floor with newborns. So we followed protocol and Heff weathered yet another night in the reclining chair.