She opened her eyes and looked at me today. When I stepped up to her crib and reached through the little gate, she opened her eyes and reached out and wrinkled up her face. I want to hold her. I want to sit and touch her. I never want to let her go. The first time I have to hand her back and shut the door on her nest, my heart is going to break again. I may be able to walk out of the room, but I'll be crying by the time the door closes behind me.

And I'm still waiting.