The hospital shrank away in my rearview mirror while Nora slept in her car seat beside me, and for the first time in thirteen days, I let myself breathe. Thirteen days in the NICU. Thirteen days of leaning over a plastic incubator, of monitors beeping and nurses talking in soft careful voices, of driving home each night to an empty apartment and driving back each morning before the sun came up. And now she was here, in my car, finally coming home. Four pounds eleven ounces of her, breathing on her own, her tiny fist curled up next to her… ….What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page. TAP ” CONTINUE READING. ” 👇.
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