The first few days with Jack home have been fantastic! When we were discharging him from the NICU, we asked about feeding schedules. At the NICU he got really used to eating/being changed every 3 hours. The nurses told us our goal would be every 2-4 hours; set an alarm for 4 hours after he last eats because some babies don’t wake up when they first get home. Adam and I laughed, thinking “yeah, right, we’re going to get woken up every hour.” Nope! Little Jack enjoys his sleepy time. The past two nights I’ve had to set my alarm to wake up and feed him. He is not too happy being woken up.
Wednesday the boys had big days! Jack had his first pediatrician appointment with Dr. Moore (who is amazing) and Sam took both his bottles! He’s now moving up the pathway and can attempt to bottle/breastfeed three times a day. Yesterday they decided to move Sam to the “Skywalk” unit. Beautiful! Private bathroom, a spare crib for Jack, room service, double bed, TV… it’s fantastic! If we didn’t have Mya at home I would be living there 🙂
Adam left yesterday afternoon and won’t be back until Sunday. He’s doing interviews in Wichita, KS and Westchester, NY. I’ve only been a LITTLE overwhelmed! How do single parents do it?! Granted, most of them don’t have newborn twin boys in two different locations with no family around. But still!
The boys’ due date is just around the corner…. January 25. And it’s really gotten me thinking, yet again, about everything we’ve been through the past 9 weeks. Selfishly, it’s also made me realize how sad I am that my pregnancy was so atypical. …
-I never got “big”- even for being pregnant with twins, I never looked it. Most would think that would be welcomed, but it made me extremely sad. The boys were always well behind the growth chart, thus so was I. I can’t tell you how many times I heard, “You are so tiny! Are there really two in there?!”
-I bought a ton of maternity clothes, and wore about half of them. Looking at them still makes me sad.
-We were supposed to have three additional baby showers, and those never happened. Being able to celebrate the pregnancy with all of our friends and family with a party wasn’t possible.
-Seeing pregnant women everywhere I go (and in the NICU, I swear, about half of the nurses are pregnant) makes me very emotional.
The toughest part since the boys have been born is that our friends kind of “tip toe” around the subject of them. Most people have no idea what we went through, what we are going through, and I know it scares them and they feel like they’re bothering us if they call or text to see how we’re doing/how the boys are doing. But we need our friends and family more than ever. Getting just a random text or voicemail from a friend makes us so happy.
Call me overemotional. Call me exhausted. I know my preemie-Moms readers understand where I am coming from!
I am so thankful to God and our doctors for getting the boys to where they are today. Both are so healthy, we have Jack home, and Sam is shortly behind. We have a long road ahead of us, but our boys are such fighters.