We made it home today after 13 days in the hospital. It was hard enough for me, for Jenn, the change must have been mind-numbing. Seeing our apartment was an incredible relief. At the same time, we were struck by the notion that we were such different people than when we raced across town towards CPMC two weeks ago.
On March 20th, we were a scared couple, 29 weeks pregnant, afraid that their hopes and dreams were crashing down around them. On April 1st, we are no longer pregnant and our hopes and dreams are pinned to a tiny little girl weighing a little more than 2 and three-quarters pounds that already seems stronger than either of us could hope to be. I can’t fully describe the strangeness of our home without her, though she was not yet really a part of it. Equally strange is the task of getting ready for her when she is already so close by.
Rather than try to explain it, I will just say this: When we can’t seem to stop crying out of relief or frustration or fear, we can close our eyes and think of this…
One Quiet Minute of Grace from Grace Topliff on Vimeo.
…and everything we go through becomes irrelevant.


