Things that break your heart: when your two year old son looks through the soundproof glass at his day-old little brother hooked up to wires in the NICU and says, “He’s my brother! I want to hold him! I want to hold him!,” and you have to say, “Sorry, buddy, he’s with the doctors right now. You can hold him when he’s all better. He’ll be coming home soon.”
Which he will, but still, this week is a bruiser.