You Make it All Better, Conor

Day 8:

As you'll unfortunately find out, Conor, this life has its ups and downs. Most days are good! If there are 365 days in a year, maybe 5 or 6 of them are ever 'bad'. But when you have a bad day, it just always seems to go all the way bad... Of course, that outlook could be mine and mine alone, though I somehow doubt it. Anyhow, it was just a lousy day.

I didn't have a great day at work and am generally just frustrated with my job these last few weeks, I had errands to run and was completely swallowed up by holiday traffic, I went to the mall (I am NOT a fan of the mall, Conor) to pick up a few things for Christmas and, aside from quickly getting what I was there for in the first place decided to shop for you. Well, let me tell you, I'm thinking of starting a suit of some kind, Son. I went into five different childrens' stores looking for premie clothes and NOBODY had anything! Are you kidding me? I can't buy clothes for my sweet boy?! I was 'hrrrrrrumphing' all over Fair Oaks Mall, Conor. Feeling more like old Ebenezer than old St Nick...

So I left the mall and had to run yet another errand. Even more traffic, and more of NOT getting what I need. This time I needed a Santa hat and so I went to Kohls to seek it out. Surely they would have a Santa hat! Alas no. No Santa hat... How can I celebrate my Son's first Christmas without a Santa hat?! It was just one thing after another, Conor...

I finally got home and took a shower to relax a bit. Then I had dinner with Mommy, Grandma M.E. and Grandpa K9, and that wasn't bad, but I was still in a mood... Well, when the time came to finally get moving toward the NICU, I couldn't leave the house fast enough! When Mommy and me finally got to the hospital I was chuggin'. I knew I'd see you in a few short minutes! We entered the NICU and I dropped everything, took one look at your precious face, and felt every ounce of anxiety and angst just wash away. You healed me, Son. And in your seven days on this Earth, that's the second time you've done that.

My brave little Conor. Conor the Lion Heart. Conor An Chroí Lion.

Love you, Son.
-Dad