There's a little surprise at our house this week, and he weighs about seven pounds.
Yup, Finn came home! 56 days in the Nicu was his cook time, and now he's done.
The only word I have to describe the feeling I had when we were finally home with him, holding him with no cords or monitors attached, with no nurses around, was pure joy. I was literally smiling all day.
Tate was finally able to meet him with out a window in between, and although she told me she was scared at first, she has now become his second mother.
She absolutely adores him, and so do we!
The only sad part of this event was knowing his other half was still at the hospital (and will be for at least a couple weeks), still hooked up to cords and monitors, and not getting the love and cuddles he deserves.
Hurry Tuck, hurry and come home soon.