We've been home for a little over two weeks. The first week Adam’s parents were here and I thought I could totally rock this mom thing. Grammy and Pop Pop were not overbearing, but they were there when I needed someone to hold him because my incision was killing me, or I had to pee, or shower, or I just wanted to eat with both hands.

Sometimes it doesn't seem real. There is a tiny little man in a crib in the nursery and still sometimes I question - did this really happen? I have a feeling, every once in a while, that "they" are going to come and take him away.