I woke up early this morning and when I opened my eyes, I saw the 8 x 10 picture of Clare I printed last night and stuck to my mirror. Next to that was an empty wine glass and I thought, "See, no worries, only celebration."
She'll get her own room today because there's nothing critically wrong with her -- this particular hospital just keeps them in the NICU room if they are getting oxygen.
I'm (started to say "very" but I do waver at times) at peace with this because I know I did everything right for her. I ate right, I rested my body, I listened to my body, I pushed my body, and I gave her a peaceful, quiet (ok, not so quiet with my primal screaming!

) entry to our world, and mine were the first hands on her.
The pediatricians know more than I do about oxygen saturation levels and stomach problems (she nurses fine but she keeps chucking it back up) so I have to rely on them and trust them to care for her now.
BUT I KNOW ABOUT CHILDBIRTH and what's best for me and my baby. So, I took care of that part.

When I come at it from that perspective, then this just all fits in still with MY plan to be the one in control and watch out for her -- even if it means a three-day stint in the baby box.
They may have her for now, but she's part of our family and will be for the rest of our lives -- no one can take that away!
I am grateful to all you mamas -- thanks for your kindness and support! 
I wish the best to all of you and can't wait for us to all have our soft squishy babies and stories to tell!
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