Here

There he sleeps, all 3.29 kg and 19.5 inches of him.  Now to go figure out what to do next.  M. knows, and there’s comfort in that guidance. Everything else - everything - can be worked out and solved.  Two hearts beating in sleep, and so far the visits from the doctors seem to confirm the best.  The feeding working and the pee as well, now hoping for some poop to go with it.  So many farts over this journey, and so much to remember that will fade in time, as it did for your own Dad who can only remember so much.  The drives and the IWK rooms, the baths and support and peanut/exercise balls, the contraction routine, can’t talk about it J, the exchanging of stories.  

Improbably, this one has made it.  The gift of the crown of life.  And you’ll follow it all.