I tried to sleep as much as I could on the flight home and did manage to get a few hours. I was surprisingly doing much better than I thought I would. I think I was so tired and exhausted that I couldn’t cry.
Mom and dad picked me up at the airport and I choked back some tears when mom hugged me but that was it. I was still doing okay. They came in my house for a bit, we talked and then they left. And then it hit me…I came home empty handed. I had no baby with me, rather, I had the baby clothes and the blanket that I brought with me to OH. Now I had to pull them out of my suitcase and put them away. It hit, and it hit hard. I was in disbelief that the last 48 hours had happened and I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I wanted to go to bed and I did…for 13 hours.