Last time I wrote, I was foolishly confident that we were about to leave the hospital and embark on our grand parenthood journey in the real world. I should have taken my own words to heart, expecting nothing beyond what I knew.
The next morning, we woke to the news that Miles had jaundice and was going to stay several more days in the hospital under special lamps. It’d been two days since he was born and four since we’d checked in, so we weren’t exactly thrilled to have to stay longer. Still, the worst part was that we were unable to hold him much at all during this time. It felt like yet another rug pulled out from beneath us.