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We sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching our babies sleep. Adrian was sprawled on his back, his arms up by his head in that classic newborn pose. Arianna was curled on her side, her tiny fist pressed against her mouth.
They’re so perfect, Athena whispered. “How did we make something perfect?
I have no ides,” I admitted. “But I’m grateful every single day that we pid.”
The next three days were a whithwind of preparation. We completed the CPR training, practicing on unsettling realistic baby dolls until the instructor was satisfied we knew what to do in an emergency. We learned how to use the bome monitors, how to respond to alarms, when to worry and when to stay calm.
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That night, Athena and I barely slept. We were home, in our own bed, but both of us were too keyed up to actually rest.
“What if we forget something?” Athena asked around two in the morning. “What if we leave the hospital and realize we don’t have
something we need?”
“Then we’ll come back and get it, or we’ll buy a new one,” I said reasonably. “Athena, we’ve been preparing for this for months. Before they
were even born. We have everything.”
“Do we have enough diapers?”
“We have a month’s supply of newborn diapers.”
“Wipes?”
“Cases of them.”
“What about…”
“Athena.” I rolled over to face her, pulling her against my chest. “Stop. We’re ready. I promise we’re ready.”
“I just want everything to be perfect for them,” she said, her voice muffled against my shoulder.
“It will be. Because they’ll be with us, in our home, surrounded by love. That’s all they need.”
Friday morning arrived with brilliant sunshine that felt almost symbolic. We dressed carefully, Athena in comfortable clothes that accommodated her still–healing incision, me in jeans and a button–down shirt that seemed appropriate for such a momentous occasion.
We arrived at the NICU at eight, as instructed. The nurses were already preparing Adrian and Arianna for discharge, giving them final baths, dressing them in the going–home outfits we’d brought–soft cotton onesies with matching hats, one set pale blue, one pale pink.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
