My beloved hospital stay was cut short. I love the hospital stay because there is a euphoria of love and gratitude that is a feeling I'm only able to produce in a {maternity} hospital room.
Love for your husband, for the marriage and for the family you have. Love for this hew little bundle that you never really can conceptualize will bring you some much happiness until they're here.
Gratefulness for the life you have and the opportunity to be a mother.
I'm sure it does not hurt either that food, water, ice, meds, your baby for that matter, all just magically show up as needed. Your bed will produce ANY position you deem comfortable and the only thing you have to do . . . is sleep and hold your perfect baby.
Ruby passed her carseat test and her heart test and we got the heck out of dodge.
We chose to leave early because dang it, it was Christmas Eve and we had 3 more kids we love.
And these are the only pictures I got of Christmas 2015.
But it was a good day complete with all the traditions . . .

and a real baby Jesus for the nativity.