It's been eighty days since Savannah made her unexpected early arrival into the world. And it'll be three days more until she will breathe fresh air, feel the sun on her beautiful little face, and be outside of the hospital for the first time in her life.
One day after her due date, she's scheduled to be released from the hospital.
Unfortunately, she won't be coming directly home. We need to take her across the street to be admitted to that hospital, so she can have her hernia surgery, but... She will be home either Tuesday or Wednesday.
Finally, our sweet little baby girl is coming home. Home.
We'll be together, all three of us, as a family in our own home. I can't even begin to imagine it.
This will most certainly be the happiest and most magical day of my life, only followed by her birth, and our wedding day. This will be one of the days I hope to never forget.
I'm so unbelievably ecstatic and so completely terrified.
I hope I can do this; I hope I can care for her. This is one thing in my life I don't want to fuck up... I have never in my life been completely responsible for another human being and their entire existence. She's so strong, and yet so fragile. I hope I can do it, with all my heart.
All my months of whining and bitching and moaning come down to this. This day, this moment. It is the culmination of only the first part of our lives together. And it's been so worth it. After all, now I get to be Savannah's mommy, and be with her all the time. What could be more wonderful than that?
I have Wallace to lean on, to help me. Even though I know he's terrified too, I know we can do this together. We have each other, our families and friends. We have been blessed with so much, including our daughter. And we have done the most wonderful thing that I think two people in love can do: created a loving and special family of our very own.
And while this is the culmination of this part of our life, with Savannah. I promise there will be infinitely more to come.