Coping and Counting Down

Well, it's been eight weeks since I was admitted into the hospital. In the last 56 days, I've been at the hospital for 54 of them, probably averaging about five hours a day. Most of them have been happy, although the first week was traumatic, and the last couple have been very stressful and fatigued.

The hardest part for me has been trying to work with Logan and Adelaide at breastfeeding. When they were born, they were too little to coordinate breathing and eating, and they are just starting to get the hang of it. Right now it seems like they will have a gold star day, and then completely forget everything the next day. It's been stressful for me, because the progress is so exciting and the steps backward hurt that much more. I'm fortunate that I have been able to supply them with milk all this time by pumping, but to say that I'm sick of it is an understatement.

The other hard part is anticipating when they might be able to come home. We are so excited, it seems like we are counting the minutes, and it's by far the most common question we're asked. Of course, at this point we still don't know. We have to plan on their 40 week due date of July 29, and hope for a pleasant surprise.

This isn't to say it's all bad news, in fact it's almost all good news. They've had lots of tests to make sure they are healthy, and everything has been fine. They've been gaining weight swiftly, Logan is over 6 pounds now and Ada is over 5. They are absolutely gorgeous, sweet and cuddly in a way that melts me and slows my feet on the way out. I'm completely in love, what could be better?