One whole week. One whole week of crying, of tears, of depression, of trying to keep a positive outlook in the face of what sometimes seemed to be endless depression. One week of not being able to be home with our baby, of not holding our baby, of not spending the night with our baby, of not knowing how she was doing, of worrying ourselves to death just hoping that she was all right. One week. A gauntlet of a week. And it ended today. At around three pm.
People of the world rejoyce. Wood knows I am. I am happy, joyous, skipping, singing, with a shit-eating grin on my face. Today is one of the happiest days ever in my life. That's because we are now a family. The Galindo family, all new and better than the last model.
That's because baby Isabela is finally home.
We are complete. I feel complete. I haven't felt this complete since I said "I do" to my wonderful wife. I'm giddy. I'm nervous. I just took a breatjing treatment, I'm so nervous here. She's here at home. She's healthy and awake and squeaking and eating and moving and looking at her brand new home with the biggest eyes you've ever seen. She's beautiful and gorgeous and breathtaking and perfect.
And me, I've never felt better. I know I might change my tune when, like my director friend Mr. Michael told "Welcome to the no sleep club," I'm waking up ten times a night, I would like to think that I've fought so much to get my baby home that I will now face each and every obstacle with a smile on my face.
The rise of the Galindo family starts today. Beware, foolish mortals. Beware.