What a few weeks it's been since the birth of Camille Joy. It's still a little surreal to think that I'm a dad again and have a tiny, beautiful baby. There's nothing quite like holding all 3 or so pounds of her in your arms, pulling her close to your body. The joy of having this bundle of love and joy far outweighs the many miles we've driven to the hospital in the past 2 weeks and the many medical bills we'll soon start getting. But the hardest thing for me throughout all of this is easy to pinpoint. It's saying goodnight to her at night, walking out of the NICU, and driving home without her. Most of the time when you have a baby, after a few days both mom and baby go home together. There's nothing I want to do more than strap her car seat in our car and take her home. She's my girl and it's hard for a dad to leave her every night in the NICU. The other night as we pulled up to the hospital, a couple was loading their newborn into their vehicle for the first time. I was so happy for them. But this hit me harder than I would've expected. It's now been just under 2 weeks in the NICU with no concrete date for her to leave. I know it's going to happen at some point, but it doesn't make it any easier now. I have appreciated everyone's prayers, kind words and thoughtfulness during this season and encourage you to keep it up, because we need it. And I look forward to the day when we will get to take little Cammie home with us :)
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