Everyday I spend twenty minutes arguing with the boy about getting in the bath.
Everyday I try to keep some form of organization in the room we are staying in at my parents house.
Everyday I figure out childcare for the hours that I am gone.
Everyday I drive to Salt Lake City, search for a parking spot, walk through the huge revolving door, ride the elevator, and navigate the maze to the NICU.
Everyday I sit with my son and the stress melts away and it is only us and the beeping of the monitor.
Everyday I wonder when my life will be "normal".
And everyday I feel more love for my family and more love for my son's birth family and I wonder how I got this lucky.