On June 14th, 2014, my son was born.
On June 22, we were finally able to take him home. I have never been so happy to be peed on in my entire life.
What happened in between was, to put a word to it, stressful. Other words that could be put to it are gut-wrenching, abominable, sanity-stretching, and poopy.
But he’s ours now, and that’s all that matters.
There are stories that could be told about all this. I think I might tell them.