I have a baby. Now what?

When I held Row in my arms for the very first time, drowsy and pumped full of surgery drugs, my whole world shifted. He was so small and innocent. He smelled so good. He nuzzled in quickly and trusted me to provide all of the things he needed to survive. And I felt a giant wave of love and anxiety. What was I supposed to do with him now that I had him here in my arms?