Uncharacteristically, tonight I seem to be at a loss for words.
I don’t think either ICU Dad or I believed this was actually happening until we arrived at our apartment with James in his car seat.
So instead of a full post, here is a photo that we’ve been dreaming about for six months and one week, where we exit the hospital with our little peanut and finally, finally go home:
Before you ask, damn right I did my hair and makeup for this day. I plan to look at this picture for years to come, no need to see my hospital-chic high pony / chap stick / yoga pants look ever, ever again.
You hear me, James? Never, ever again.
I love you, my boy. Welcome home.