so she's home now, and doing well. Except for her first spit-up on Mama with milk out her nose. Be proud of me, I didn't panic. I picked her up, wiped her face, kissed her forehead, and burped and cuddled her until she was alright again. She's sleeping now, and I'm exhausted, and I just want to lay on the couch and hold my angel on my chest for the next twenty years or so.

heartbeat to heartbeat. Everything will be perfect, just as it should be.