What I need to do is go to bed, and sleep while my sick little guys are sleeping. Because it ain’t gonna last long. But instead, I am going to post some pictures of each boy when they were teeeeeny tiny. Because I can.
It blows me away to look at this tiny baby now. Oliver is my chunker, weighing in at somewhere in the 17 lb range now. He’s two days old here, and he weighed 4 lbs, 10 oz at birth. He’s almost quadrupled his birth weight! I could fit him almost in my hand, look!
I remember when I first got to see the boys. It was earlier that day, the day after they were born. I didn’t get to see them until about 28 hours had passed, because I was on a magnesium sulfate IV to bring down my blood pressure. I can’t say it was the worst thing in the world – I was sad to have to wait, but honestly, I was so doped up on morphine and pain meds that I don’t remember much of their birth day anyway.
I didn’t really bond with the boys right away. I think maybe that had something to do with the fact that I didn’t get to see them for so long? Or because they were in the NICU and I was seven floors below them in my hospital room? I could only go see them for a short time every day, if I could get someone to wheel me up. (George had a cold and didn’t get to see them until they were four or five days old!)
But now I look at this tiny baby and look at his little angry face that he makes even now when he cries, and my heart gets all gooshy and melty and I think, man, I love that kid!
And his brothers, too…