I keep thinking I should write a little bit about Preston’s birth and the following days, even if I don’t publish it right away, while it’s still fresh in my mind and the smaller details haven’t escaped into the memory-mushy weeks that follow a birth. But every time I sit down to write even the most simple notes, words that are free from feeeeelings or analysis even, it makes me tense up and my stomach starts to hurt and my chest gets that achey feeling of heartbreak and I feel panic and anxiety coming at me full throttle. So. I’m not going to write about that any time soon, I don’t think.
We’re going to be discharged tomorrow morning and the wonderful nurses here are putting several things in motion to make that happen as early in the day as possible for us. His labs are clear, he’s healthy, he’s coming HOME.
I’m so glad this is almost over. I don’t want to think about it again for a really long time.
To end on a good note, BABY PHOTOS.