The doctor gave Claire the clearance to go home the following day. She signed the release papers and the next morning Claire, Owen and Maisie finally returned home with their new addition. The rest of the family stayed in town for a few more days. They came by and marveled over the baby in between feedings. Aiden slept through most of the hype. Within the first two weeks, Claire had her baby on a feeding schedule. Owen was once again amazed but not surprised. Aiden woke up every few hours to eat and Claire already had the alarms set on her phone to get up a few minutes in advance, even in the middle of the night. Aiden would sleep in a bassinet in Claire and Owen's room next to their bed for the first few months anyway so it didn't take long to wake them up once she started crying in the middle of the night. Claire made a miraculously fast recovery. Being at home rather than in a hospital provided her more comfort and privacy which helped fuel her determination to get her strength back as quickly as she could. There were no nurses or doctors to help her with anything so she knew she had to get strong and stay strong to take care of her baby. Owen was an amazing help. He remained on "daddy duty" 100% of the time. It was almost a competition to see who could hold Aiden the most. Maisie helped change Aiden's diaper for the first time about two weeks in and quickly realized that was not her favorite big sister chore. Aiden loved the water. Her parents bought her a baby tub that fit inside the kitchen sink to bathe her in. She would calm down every time Claire or Owen placed her in the tub with warm water. Claire loved the smell of the Johnson and Johnson's baby oil so much that one day Owen had to stop her from rubbing too much all over Aiden's body. "I think you rub more of that baby oil on her than you rub that vanilla scented lotion on your own body." Claire ignored him and kept applying the oil to the baby's body. "It makes her so soft though. And the lotion makes my skin soft. I like soft things." Claire did like soft things. She liked the way her baby's soft skin felt against her chest, she liked the soft music she would play and sway to in order to get Aiden to fall asleep sometimes. She liked the soft hands of her older child who would hold her hand sometimes as they walked around with Aiden outside in her stroller for some fresh air. She liked the soft peach fuzz on her baby's head that was turning more red by the week. She also liked the soft kisses of the man that held her safe and tight every night as they drifted off to sleep with their miracle baby asleep in her bassinet next to them.