Home. He is 79 days old...4 days away from his due date...and he has never been home. CJ has never met his brother or sister. Curt and I have never went to bed and woke up with our baby. 
Bringing him home feels like a dream. He wasn't supposed to make it, to live. But he did, and he is.
We will finally be bringing our miracle baby home.
I am excited, relieved, and terrified.
He will be coming home on oxygen (after a trial run without O2, he began to desat and it was replaced) and with a feeding tube. He'll be hooked up to a monitor to alert us if his heart gets too high or too low or if he stops breathing. Curt and I must receive training on how to take care of all of his equipment and placing/replacing his feeding tube in the event he pulls it out...which he sometimes tends to do. 
My miracle is coming home.
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