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I take it back.

I'm a mess. I'm not ready. I brought him home from the hospital, like...yesterday! And I'm not ready to give him up already. And I know all the logical, encouraging, pat answers to this, but I don't think there's any way around a mama just being a mess when her baby leaves.

Tomorrow.

He leaves tomorrow.

And everything changes.