I call that a win.
Ryan is doing very well. In fact, he is doing so well that he might get to go home this weekend!
And now it is time for me to panic.
I am excited about taking my son home from the hospital, but there is just one problem.... I'm terrified of him. Perhaps more specifically, I'm terrified of being alone with him. I don't know how to take care of a boy. I don't know how to take care of a preemie. And, I certainly don't know how to take care of a preemie boy who has just learned how to breathe on his own.
Last week I struggled with balancing baby blues with the guilt I felt for not being able to be with both of my children at the same time. This week I find myself struggling with fear and the stress every mother feels when they take home a newborn.
And so, I must remind myself that the only way to get through this is with prayer.... lots and lots of prayer.
And when my pain meds finally run out I might change that to lots of prayer and a tiny bit of wine.