I remember asking the midwife, possibly ten minutes after my daughter was born: “When do you think we can go home?”
It was an amazing birth. Fast. Beautiful. And in that first hour, ignorance was bliss. We didn’t know what was to come. We didn’t know that her cleft palate would soon be detected. And everything would begin to unravel.
At the time, we thought it would be after the first ward round. 11:00am. No even in hospital for half a day.
Instead, it was six weeks and one day.
Six weeks and one day where my heart broke over and over again.
But she is home.
I will try my best to update on her birth story, and how we are in the days to come. But for now, forgive me if I retreat back into the the homecoming I expected. I get to play pretend. My baby is new and just home. And I am going to drink in every second of these weeks with my family.
Thank you so much, from the bottom of our hearts, for the love and support you have given me and my family. You don’t know how precious that has been for us.
Welcome home Daisy Nelle. We never imagined this day would come. But now you are here and we are complete.