And Here We Are Again

We are home.

During rounds this morning, the doctors made it sound like we'd be going home Wednesday...but after they left our room I saw them chatting in the hallway. A few moments later they came back in and said "Actually, how do you feel about taking Vivian home today? We think she'll feed better if she's with you all the time." (Duh!)

Hot Diggety Dog! Yes, please, we'd like to take her home! Yes, we'd love to ring in the new year with babe in arms (sans hospital!).

Our red wagon full of stuff

And so here we are. I feel a little like I did as a teacher returning to my classroom after a break of any kind--I'd always forget for a little while how to move and think and act in that space I knew so well. And then by lunch recess, I would have forgotten I was ever on vacation. So, I suspect that by the time 2008 rolls in tonight, we will be getting our groove back, the hospital a distant memory.

Vivian is snuggled on my shoulder as I type this one-handed. Her left hand is resting on my neck. She is breathing effortlessly. Content and full of peace.

We are home.