my girl was wide awake this morning, and burrowed her way down into my arms so she could go back to sleep after feeding. She has the cutest little eyes, and they're so expressive I want to laugh- they fill me with such contentment and happiness. I just wish that feeling could last beyond the NICU doors. I know she's going to survive, and thrive, and come home eventually. I just feel lost in this halfway zone between being post-partum and not yet a mother.