Those most observant readers in the group have probably noticed my recent silence on the blogosphere.
Netflix, you ask? Legit theory, but no. Although admittedly, I did recently consume two seasons of AMC's The Killing, only to decide it's essentially all the first half of a Law and Order episode...spread out thinly over the course of 26 episodes. It was good, don't get me wrong. But by the end, watching it felt tedious and almost like a chore. (And my husband thinks I'm 'not working')
Well, I am happy to announce that I *actually* blame my recent absence on following:
After 26 days in the NICU, a quick ten day fake-out at home, followed by ten days back at the hospital, I am simply thrilled to report that my family is finally reunited and sleeping under one roof.
And by 'sleeping' I really mean to say 'napping' in 1-2 hour incriminates (that's true for two of us, at least).
It's just the usual newborn M.O. Mom/Dad-friends, you guys know the drill, you've been there.
I have made attempts to write, but until today the accumulated sleep deprivation built up over the past eight weeks (I count my five day pre-baby hospital-based magnesium-binge) has done a real number on my word-finding ability. Previous attempts at blog posts over the past couple days have looked something like this:
Now that we are home and our little guy has officially hit 38 weeks, I almost feel like we can settle into some regular old, run-of-the-mill life with a newborn.
(Wood located and knocked upon)
No more monitors, IVs, PICC lines, respirators, or sleeping in a chair.
Instead, we are home sleeping in a bed (slash bassinet) free of beeping monitors and tangled IVs. We are home and embracing some beautiful, delirious chaos.