Jeff and I stood at her isolette and peered down at her.
"Get your nursery ready" commented her nurse.
I hesitated. Surely she didn't mean…
"We were just talking and we all agree that, barring any further complications, it's reasonable to expect that you can take her home in five to six weeks."
I grasped Jeff's hand and bit my lip.
Home.
They'd never said it like that before, with certainty rather than caution.
It has always been if. If you get to take her home.
They'd told us that if we were able to take her home, it would be March at the earliest. Do you know how short five to six more weeks sounds to me?
Home is where we will be quarantined until June. Do you know how fantastic a home quarantine sounds to me?
She is getting better. She is healing. She is working towards coming home.
I have a nursery to finish.
