I hate to say it, because it feels like a jinx, but, as my priest might say, "being good Christians, we don't believe in that", so . . . I think my girls might have turned the corner. As of last night, they're getting one bottle-feed a shift, and FINISHING IT ALL. They're gaining weight. And yesterday, I got to try to nurse little Anna, and SHE NURSED. (This was not what the nurse who let me do it was expecting. She was expecting it to be "non-nutritive breastfeeding", i.e. "let's-just-let-her-get-acquainted-with-the-idea". But Anna latched, and sucked and ATE. It was so cool.)
Please keep praying for our baby girls, because they're so not there yet. But God is being very gracious, and they are getting there. I'm beginning to be more hopeful about them really coming home someday.
It's so funny to think that they'll be three weeks old tomorrow, but, really, they shouldn't even be on the outside of me yet. They shouldn't have even been born yet, but here they are, eating and breathing and pooping and being as cute as ever two little girls were. So weird.
Thank God for medical technology. I mean that with all of my heart. Isn't it cool that He lets us learn how to do things like keeping very little babies alive? And, if you come to think of it, correct poor vision with curved glass or cure diseases with what is basically orange mold? I really think that science, properly done, is so very Christian. It says that since the most excellent of designers made the universe, that universe will have an order that we can discover and study and understand. As it says in Proverbs, "It is the glory of God to hide a thing, and the glory of kings to seek it out." My mother calls that "the scientists' verse". :)
Well, medical technology is something I'm grateful for today. But I'm even more grateful to the God who is slowly teaching my daughters how to breathe and suck and swallow in a coordinated manner. Who is shielding them from harm. Who is being with them in the NICU when I can't. Praise Him!
peace of Christ to you,