No. Not us. Not yet.
I had to make a run to the hospital this morning while mom slept. Following mom’s orders, I stopped in the hospital cafeteria for my first breakfast in a week. As I was nursing my coffee and thinking about the days ahead, I looked out the tall, glass windows to the entrance to the hospital and saw a familiar face.
A fellow NICU family, one we happened to meet two months ago here, was loading their car. They were finally going home.
The father’s expression of relief, complete with a relaxed smile, is one I look forward to wearing.