*Leo*
I tried to rest like Bianca and her mother suggested but I found myself still awake in the early hours of the morning, watching my fiancee and our son sleep peacefully.
I had attempted to lean back in one of the padded chairs by the window but after a couple of hours of tossing and turning, I gave up and returned to the chair that was by Bianca’s bed.
The hospital dragged in a crib for our son. He looked so small in the stark white hospital blanket. He was healthy though and for that, I was so grateful. He was born premature as well but he was already doing well considering. The doctors and nurses were pleased with his numbers.
I couldn’t be more relieved.
I made my way over to the crib and peered inside. My son was completely swaddled, his eyes closed. I felt the need to touch him but did so slowly and carefully so I didn’t wake him. I settled for just stroking the top of his head with a couple of fingers.
