FINAL NIGHT AT CAMP NICU

Knowing that Friday be our last day to be baby-free, I tried to do something fun with the ladies.  We went and got pedicures together.  Actually, I got a pedicure with Bella in my lap, and Lily got her fingernails and toenails painted and then repainted when they got messed up repeatedly.

Then, Friday afternoon, John and I headed to the hospital.  We got settled in to spend our first night with our babies.  Lily and Bella came to say hi, and we enjoyed our time there that evening.

Can we all just agree to agree that hospital sleep is no good?  Good, we agree.  There are monitors that like to fake you out and beep intermittently.  There are other babies crying off in the distance.  There are nurses in the hall who have to keep going about their job, though it is the middle of the night.  There are strange lights and plastic couches.  

All of that to say, our night at Camp NICU was really not too bad.  The twins did great - they took their bottles like champs (mostly - come on, William!) and slept in between feedings (mostly - poor William had a rite of passage Friday afternoon that left him in a bit of discomfort).



On Saturday morning, we saw one of the doctors for the last time and began the lengthy discharge process where we sat and waited and waited.  And then - it was time to go home.  (Insert a million exclamation points !!!!) The new adventure began yesterday.  I can already say that we are sleep deprived, but we are doing well and so thankful to the Lord for his good gifts and for bringing home healthy babies.  We are in awe.