We're Stronger Than we Thought

Tuesday was packed with visitors, flower deliveries, cards, facebook messages, phone calls, texts, and love and support in every form.  Doctors, nurses, visitors continually commented about how strong we were and how happy we seemed given that 12 hours prior we weren't expecting a baby.  A NICU baby.  I kept telling everyone that there was really only one way to see it - the glass was half full.  We were blessed with a beautiful baby boy and we were in the best care possible.  Our faith, family, and friends carried us (and still do) through some of the tougher hours.  Humor helps, too.  We were harassed so many times about what Little Long's name was going to be and were given many (ridiculous at times) suggestions :)  We were supposed to have 3 more months to decide!  And so much for all the pinterest pins of packing the perfect hospital bag!  

I was healing relatively well, considering I'd just had a c-section, too.  I was thankful that the meds weren't making me sick, there were no complications, all my vitals were good, and I was just managing the pain well.