Just a quick post - no time for writing this weekend; my mother is in town, the inlaws are coming tomorrow for a trip to the NICU and to celebrate Acorn's birthday, which is Monday. There's cupcakes to be made for dinner and for the NICU, and just a ton of other things to be dealt with.
Irony though - and not the Alanis Morrisette version:
My mother got here Wednesday night. We went into the NICU Thursday morning, and on the way out, she said, "Well, now I feel better." When questioned about what she meant, she said, "Well, I couldn't figure out why I was so nervous - this baby is bigger and stronger and older than Acorn. But really, I just needed to see her to be sure."
This from the woman who told me for 3 days after Acorn's birth, that a picture of him was just fine, and should be sufficient in place of actually going to the NICU and seeing him, since I was so sick.
Gee, thanks for your support mom. And she's a licensed therapist....