what a difference a day makes

well, the wait is over.

i'm sitting in my hospital room, giving J a turn to snuggle our little monkey and watching a movie while i type away the story of the last two days.

yesterday started with a dr. appointment

and then meeting J and the littles at a park

there were giggles and squeals

and april fools

and "momma! watch me"

and the finding of treasures

and snacks

and sister bonding

and tossing all manner of sticks and leaves into the waterfall

and "what you lookin' at?"

and a picnic in the sun.

little did we know, it would be our last adventure as 5.

because when we got home, there were contractions.

and J chasing our trampoline down the street in a crazy wind that whipped up out of nowhere.

and after a call to friends and family and a drive to the hospital, there was walking....
and more walking....
and finding hills
and walking up them

and texts back and forth with my parents

and finally being admitted to the hospital

that was yesterday.

at 1:01 today....there was this:

it was a rough go for a while, but we made it.

and the rest of today has been a flurry of snuggles and visitors and feedings and being lost in an ocean of love

'cause, i mean, how can you not get lost in those eyes?

what a difference a day makes....

one last feeding and then some much needed rest.

but i'll fade into sleep tonight feeling like my cup has runneth over once again.