There was a volunteer who played harp music mid-morning. Beautiful music. As we listened holding our baby boy, we were so happy for his progress but sad that we were still a ways out from going home. We told each other we were thankful for our little miracle, knew that he needed to be in the NICU and that we'd take things a day at a time.
We continued to be able to stay in the room across from the NICU so I could breastfeed every 3 hrs round the clock.
Grandpa Menard and Auntie Renee stopped by after work. We were thankful for their brief visit.
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