Home, for the next 24-odd hours at least.
The machine they have Erin hooked up to measuring baby’s heart rate and a few other things has at the top, amongst all her personal information, the word “SINGLETON” in big letters.
And, like, I’m right here guys. What am I? Chopped liver?
So a little update to this.
Babby arrived at 5.10am this morning in a real hurry.
Erin is fine, babby is fine, aside from the speed everything went normal.
Babby is setting a trend of being happy to sleep for six straight hours overnight.
You need to keep this up, kiddo.