People often ask “How is Sam doing with all of this?” He’s doing okay! We try to follow a routine, and he’s been here to visit every day. Some days are better than others. He’s had more stomach aches lately. I’m pretty sure it’s anxiety that he’s feeling in his tummy (but it doesn’t help

It’s day 11, and it’s also “switch day,” the day we switch to a new gestational week– we’re at 26 weeks, which means we can throw those scary 25-weeker NICU pamphlets away. I’m settling into life here. I like to imagine that I’m in a scifi story. It’s probably some kind of minimum security prison

We’d had a nice Saturday, with two visits from Erin and Sam, a visit from Sharon, nice weather, and plenty of time sitting outside by the ship canal, watching the boats go by. I was preparing for a nice and relaxing Saturday evening. We usually do my evening NST around 8pm, so I picked out

I think I’ve entered a new grieving stage, the stage of RAGE. The adjustment process of accepting that I’ll (hopefully) be here for a long time has been hard. I’m on day 4, of hopefully ~60-65. It feels like a long, long way to go. Meanwhile, small things make me feel trapped and frustrated. Things

Well, I have now been here for over 24 hours! The transition has been harder than I expected. I guess I figured that if I packed a bunch of things to do, and I keep working, it shouldn’t be that bad, maybe even relaxing. I think I’ll eventually get to that point, but I’m not

Time is going by quickly now. I’m 23 weeks + 4 days, and I only have a week until I begin my hospital sentencing next Monday. One strange thing about this experience is when people ask me “when are you due?” It’s odd to be reminded that I’m actually due on Halloween (that’s October 31