You may remember I posted a week or so ago about rupturing at 29 weeks and being on hospital bed rest. Well, my little man was born yesterday at 32w5d. He weighed 4lbs and measured 16.5in. He is doing amazingly well. He has been breathing on his own from the begining! I know we are truly blessed that he made it as long as he did and that he is as strong as he is, which is why I feel so dumb for being such a mess.
I am getting discharged tomorrow and am going to spend the night at home, because I haven't left the hospital in almost a month. I have been sitting here crying about leaving, crying that I won't be taking my baby home, crying that I can't just cuddle my son whenever I want and crying because i feel cheated out of part of my pregnancy (geez, that sounds silly to even type). I know I have to be strong for my son, but I just feel so overwhelmed.
I'm not really sure what the point of this post was other than to just spill my guts. DH is stoic by nature and doesn't do well with all these emotions. So, I really appreciate a place like this!