plastic tubes and wires

lucinda williams has this song called "concrete and barbed wire." it's always been one of my favorite songs; it's about the things that come in between us. she sings about her man who's in jail. she can't go visit him because of all that lies in the way..."it's only made of concrete and barbed wire." i'll see if i'm web-savvy enough to post a you-tube video of the song on here. anyway, through all this stuff with rowan i often thought of that song, except i sing "plastic tubes and wires" instead of concrete and barbed wire. rowan and i are both hooked up to our plastic tubes and wires right now, across the room from each other. he's on his breathing stuff, and i'm on the breastpump. and there's a(nother) nurse over there holding and rocking and talking to him while i'm over here making his breakfast. don't get me wrong, we wouldn't be able to do all this without these nurses, and most of them are great. we are very fortunate to even have this little miracle baby in our lives. but something about it is just, well, strange...