Monday was Emma's homecoming. I had spent the night in the hospital taking care of Emma as a dress rehearsal for the real thing at home, and was quite sleep-deprived. I found Emma likes to be awake between midnight and 6:00 am more than between noon and 6:00 pm. We did fine, but it was still a little bit scary.
Curtis and I struggled quite a bit with the car bed - the installation was not easy, and I dared not drive away without making sure it was in place securely. Eventually, we left for home, with Emma completely out, sleeping peacefully through the whole thing.
When we arrived at home, my parents greeted us, with balloons and welcome signs for Emma. My dad had put Emma's crib and dresser combo together, and Mom had spent all day cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, and sanitizing hard surfaces. Feeling overwhelmed with the responsibilities of motherhood ahead of me, and being exhausted from two weeks of whirlwind activities, I was overcome with mixed feelings of elation and anxiety. But at the bottom of all of it, I am so grateful for my parents, and their willingness to come and help me this past week, and let me just be their child. I know of the sacrifices my parents have made for me and my siblings, but I suppose I will never really empathize with all they have endured and experienced until Emma is much older, and my parents are gone. And I know they probably won't believe me, but I hope they know how loved I have felt by their sacrifices, and how appreciative I am for their continuing love, not just for me, but for my husband and their new granddaughter,too. 
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