Eight weeks. That's how long it's been since I went to the hospital to get a beta methazone shot to strengthen my babies lungs and didn't leave the hospital for two weeks--the mother of two precious little twins--2 lbs 15 oz and 3 lbs 5 oz. The past six weeks have been quite the roller coaster ride. Most of the time I feel like I'm living in an alternate universe. A universe that has included multiple trips to the hospital, unbelievable stress, fear and worry and absolute awe. Awe over these two little precious beings whom (as you know) early only in the pregnancy we thought were going to have chromosome problems and possibly not even make it. And here they are--six weeks old tomorow-- and (at last weigh in) 5 lbs 4.5 oz and 4 lbs 8.5 oz. Their lungs are unbelievably strong and they love to use them. Especially when they are hungry or need their little-bitty diapers changed. They have piercing, beautiful eyes that love to explore their huge worlds. They have long, slender fingers that they love to use to express themselves. If it weren't for the fact that Emma is still smaller than Kate, I wouldn't be able to tell them apart.
They make the same little squeaky, grunty, baby noises; they make the same faces. Kate loves to sleep during the day and "play" at night. She wants to be held: all.the.time. Emma is more content to sleep in her bed and doesn't seem to have the need to be held constantly.
Kate has had some really, really bad diaper rash that looks horribly painful and raw but is getting better.
If I were going to sit here and write every feeling and every detail of what has gone on over the past six weeks, I would have to write a book, or at the very least a series.
Obviously it's been a challenge for me to get to the computer to do a post considering this is the first one I've done in six weeks. But my mom has done a good job on the updates. And I probably won't be able to do regular posts until I get back to work. It's just to hard to do them at home; our computer is very slow and to try to sit at a computer for 1/2 hour with 4 girls demanding my attention is pretty unrealistic.
Our current hurdle: Feisty appears to have the flu and my little ones have been at Grandma Dawn's since Friday afternoon in hopes to keep the babies from getting sick and ending up back in the hospital. I've been doing regular "visits" with them and I feel like they are back in the NICU and having visitations with them. It's pretty sad. For Feisty and for the twins. I'm afraid they are going to not know me and not bond with me.
Care Bear and Feisty are precious, amazing big sisters and such wonderful little helpers. They love the babies like they are their own babies. They truly help me so much and take such good care of them. It's hard to get them to leave them alone when they are sleeping. Those little baby girls are literally smothered in kisses almost every hour of the day.
So, here I am; mother of five.....it's going to be quite an adventure. Hope you'll come along for the ride!