Mine with DS was pants. We left hospital round lunchtime (had been in a few days due to CS), just as they brought the hospital "lunch" which was pate salad - just a few bits of lettuce and a few slices of pate [hmmm] so I just nibbled a bit of the pate as DH said we would eat when we got home.
When we got home though, DH became (uncharacteristically!) cr*p. DS wanted feeding as soon as we got in, so while I was sat feeding on the sofa he got himself some lunch - but not me! By the time DS had finished he had also finished, and as I was really tired, he insisted I should go upstairs for a nap while DS slept. I was not keen as can't usually "do" naps and just end up feeling groggy and horrible (and I hadn't eaten yet!), but he insisted...
So I went upstairs reluctantly, lay awake for a bit - and then just as I was finally asleep, DH burst in in a panic shouting "he's hungry, he's hungry!" as DS had started crying. So I got woken up with a jolt, feeling groggy and awful, starving as hadn't had any proper lunch, and immediately had to feed DS again! Luckily after I gave him an earful DH got his act together and the rest of the day went better... putting DS to bed for the first time in his moses basket that night was lovely.
I can't even remember the first day home with DD now, probably because DS was still quite tiny then too so we had our hands full!