Pt. 2 : Only for the believers

My mom picked me up from the hospital earlier today because I overdid it and obligated myself to three events in three days.

I cried while we pulled out of the hospital parking garage. Even though Dan is picking me up tomorrow after Saturday's event to go back to my baby, this is going to be a very hard weekend.

I am trying so hard to get my house ready for the "women's-only" party here and with only two hours left, I started setting up the "private ordering" place in my son's room. I collapsed on the floor and just cried. And cried. And cried. There should be a baby in that bed.

I cried on the floor and begged for anyone listening (Yes I believe in spirits and love knowing my son is surrounded by his grandpas and other passed loved ones), and I begged for anyone listening to hug me and help me get through this weekend.

I am being extremely literal about this next part: I was immediately pulled off the ground. I didn't even have time to look from side-to-side but I was fully standing through no conscious effort of my own.

My tears dried up. My cheeks were no longer flushed. And after being reassured that I am surrounded by love, I know I will make it through this weekend.

Thanks for the hugs, guys.