The morning after Willow was born, I woke up with that feeling everyone tells you about after you have your baby- complete endless love and euphoric happiness. She survived the delivery, she was off of oxygen and breathing on her own, she had a feeding tube in- but was doing really well, my surgery went well, my parents had arrived- all was right in the world! So much so, that I got up and walked to the NICU… with my catheter in one hand and IV pole in the other (I was only about 12 hours post-op, and my nurse … Continue reading Part 2