We're all home and chill now. I had rambling philosophical post almost done about the differences between the first and the second time you have a kid, what you know, what you know you don't know, etc. Then I was having trouble trying to log into the shopping cart of some organic store in another browser window--looking for an appropriately well-compacted cotton crib futon--and the damn hippies' website crashed my browser and erased all my Deep Thoughts.
Which is probably a more appropriate metaphor for bringing a new baby home from the hospital anyway. Here's a shallow recap: this kid's a sleeper, and an eater, in ways the first one wasn't. So far, she's been really chill. What we thought back then was normal--the difficulties latching or taking a nipple or pacifier, the screaming--wasn't "just the way babies are"; it was "just the way babies who have deep suction--a giant vacuum cleaner tube shoved down their throat the minute they're born in order to clear any stray meconium that was floating around in the amniotic fluid--are." So there's a difference.
The whiteboard in the hospital room was great; it made us feel like we were at a babynaming offsite. As for the name[s], we ended up with just four, not five, all OG family names. We found that we see names differently; I kind of saw names in last and first name pairs, plus a middle, while she saw three middle names. Ultimately, the lifelong logistics of five names, conspired with the immediate logistics of leaving the hospital--the birth registrar only works weekdays, so to do the five-name thing right, we'd have had to come back or send in the paperwork, which we really didn't want to do.
Despite an extensive tour and detailed explanation of all the design elements and features, the kid seems really indifferent to all my milk crate lashing, cube modding, and light switch coverplate swapping efforts. A crushing blow.
We, on the other hand, are once again in love with our Bugaboo Bassinet. I hear it also converts to a stroller when the kid gets bigger? Seriously, wheeling the kid around the house in smooth, quiet, goodlooking comfort is a huge plus. Especially since the crib isn't set up yet.
The kid is pretty stoked about the new kid, which is an awesome relief. Though what that also means is watching out to channel her ethusiasm in ways that don't end up with baby-on-head, or with precious sleep-disrupting rambunctiousness.
I've gotta go do some interview with Dutch TV [non-baby-related, go figure, the sheer randomness of which has overcome my tendency to not make pseudo self-promoting mentions like that. Thanks to everyone for the nice comments and emails and stuff, we really appreciate it.