I can't believe that we have been in this journey for nearly nine weeks now. The time has really flown by. Maybe the time has gone by so fast because of the repetition, or maybe just because we aren't trying to focus on the time, just the health of Cooper. I would be lying if I said the time is getting easier, because it certainly isn't. I am so ready to go home. But not just me, to bring Cooper home.

We are so ready to bust out of this joint, of course Cooper isn't ready but still. We still have at least five weeks to go, there is a light at the end of the tunnel but it seems so far away. This time has most certainly been trying, for all of us. It has been trying for Tom and I individually and together as a couple.

Both of us want Cooper better, we both want to be with him and we both want to be home, and at this time we can't have it all. Only one can be here with Cooper and only one can be at home.

When Tom and I were married and then he went away we always said, "what could be worse," or "this is gonna be the worst we go through." Little did we know almost two years later we would welcome Cooper to the world and be faced with a big obstacle. An obstacle that will forever change us, our marriage and our future. We have been so blessed to have Cooper, a warrior that was born in the form of a 24-week preemie, born 1 pound 10 ounces.

There is a saying that God doesn't give you anything He knows you can't handle, or He knows you are strong enough for the battle - sometimes I wonder if we can have a break. Maybe we aren't strong enough, I know we say "we will get through this," but Cooper deserves to be home and healthy. The past eight weeks have worn on me. I am ready to "normal." I am ready to have my baby home, to be with my husband and to be together every single night not just part of the week.

Maybe I am just being a sucker tonight, taking it all to heart but this girl is missing home and everything that entails.