It's been two weeks

It’s hard to believe it has been two weeks since I first delivered Riley and saw him for the first time. So tiny just a little over a centimeter. I was so traumatized at how moving him from the strainer that caught him over the toilet to the jar we could safely hold him damaged his delicate little body. He looked more like a baby while curled up before moving him and although he still looked like a baby it wasn’t as perfect as the initial curled up view I had of him prior to cleaning him off and moving him. I had fought a headache all day that turned into a migraine by the end of the day. By the time my hubby came home from work I was bed bound due to the migraine and the emotions that became all consuming. I just kept thinking of our precious Ean Rigel and our precious Riley Ember. My sweet hubby joined me early and held me though I had no words I could put to how I was feeling. Finally, after a couple hours had passed I asked if he was serious about not trying again in the future and he said he was concerned for how I would be able to hold up physically, but we would talk about it more in time.