Ace is home and I can finally breathe again. We laid her in a blanket and I fed her kibble by hand, and then sang to her while we shared a banana. She is sleeping next to me on the couch and is slipping into a dream.
Ace’s body is so different. I did not expect the shaved square on her lower back, but then recalled she’d had an epidural. I found her surgical wounds to be pretty brutal; they are much larger than mine, and my knee is the size of her head! What a crazy ordeal. What a brave little girl.