I'm home, and so lonely.

I was released from the hospital about an hour ago and here I am, back at home. My mom was the one to pick me up and she stayed for a bit. She helped me make dinner for later and put it away. I'm now somewhat comfortably resting in bed with my laptop propped up. My cat Sooki is snuggling with me while we watch reruns of Law & Order SUV.

I really hope this doesn't become my life for the next six to eight weeks. I want my step daughters to come over. I want to get up and cook and clean and play with my cats and do the stuff a mom/housewife is supposed to do. I can't go back to work until sometime next year. In all honesty, I might just quit my job and become a stay at home mom with Olivia.

Speaking of my little fighter, she's up to one pound and eight ounces. Four ounces in a day! So proud of my little one.

So ready for tomorrow so I can go spend 12 hours in the NICU with her. It can't come soon enough.