I can't wait for you to meet your mother. She's recovering in the ICU. You're in the NICU, tucked in an isolette, with lots of doctors and nurses to make sure you're comfortable (and me, too -- it's kind of overwhelming to see all the monitors, tubes, and wires all over the two of you).
You came into our lives a couple of months early, and —- to be honest -- we weren't really prepared. We don't even have a name for you yet. Maybe once mom gets to see you in person she'll like what I have in mind.
I named this place "Betterness" a long time ago, not truly sure what the name was supposed to mean. An ironic commentary on life? Storage for the stuff that I found interesting? Thinking aloud to understand myself? Perhaps. But after today, I think I have a much better idea. I'll write more about this soon.
Meanwhile, stay warm, be nice to your nurses, and get ready for a big, wonderful life. I'll see you in the morning.
Love,
Dad
