First full day at home was a success. It’s amazing how a “full 3 hours” of sleep in your own bed can make you feel completely refreshed.
Got in bed last night around 3am. I fell asleep about an hour after Brook. As I lay there praying endless thanks and hoping that it wouldn’t all just disappear as a dream normally does, my brain decided I needed to sleep; last glance was 4:30am. Woke up 3 hours later and to my amazement he was still here. It wasn’t just a dream. Oh my God, this isn’t a dream, how cool!

The day was spent in an endless 2-3 hour rotation of work, in between his schedule of Eat. Poop. Sleep. Repeat. So easy. Such a great little baby. A friend brought us a delicious custom-made dinner (minding all of Brook’s allergies) and it was enough for lunch or dinner tomorrow. Thank you Angie!! Then Carlos and Elizabeth stopped over. Amid the calls / texts / messages we headed into the night routine…… should be much of the same as the day I hope.


Ya know they say that the day your child is born, you won’t be able to imagine another day without them. It’s not just a cliche’. The nerves haven’t gone away by any means, still terrified of making mistakes or not being able to recognize if something is wrong….but that just means I won’t be lazy at thinking everything is alright all the time.


There’s a song I used to listen to call “It feels like home” by Chantal Kreviazuk… the chorus ends with the line:
It feels like home to me
Feels like I’m all the way back where I belong
Feels like I’m all the way back where I belong
It’s so fitting. I’ve been through so much leading up to these moments and waking up to him still being here feels like I’m exactly where I belong and am meant to be.