It occurred to me while re-reading my last post that perhaps I sounded a bit... dramatic?

Like, someone who didn't know me might get the impression that my baby died or something. Which is NOT what happened. My little boy is alive and well and doing what newborn babies do - that is, eat, sleep, and poop.

I should have mentioned that he did eventually come home, but at the time I wasn't trying to tell the full story so much as I was just wanting to jot some thoughts about how I felt during those crazy days before and after his birth.

The experience of having a baby was and is so intense that I need to write it all out. Unfortunately, the experience of having a baby makes it nearly impossible to do that -- coherent thoughts are a real luxury when you're working on only a few hours of sleep every day.

You've been warned!

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