One last day

And......we've made it. 20 days driving back and forth, countless hours staring at the monitors hoping for a change, and too many prayers to count. Luke is finally coming home.

Today, I was chitchatting with our nurse, Debbie, about all the babies she has seen over the years working as a NICU nurse. Some babies are there for only hours while other babies have had to stay close to a year. Some babies are flooded with visitors from family and friends while others don't even get a visit from his or her own parents. Most make it out, but there are others who never get to see life outside the little yellow rooms with blinking monitors.

When thinking about these scenarios, my only conclusion is that our experience was nothing but positive. From the outpouring of support from everyone to the incredible care we received from our doctors and nurses, it was probably one of the most positive experiences of our lives up to this point.

Tonight Patrick and I spent the evening organizing the gifts we've received and re-reading the cards of congratulations and support. Someday when Luke is older he'll see the cards and read the comments from this blog and the e-mails, and hopefully realize that he was one of the luckiest kids to go through the NICU.