And I'm home, after 42 days in the hospital. Home has never felt so homey.
Our new baby girls are in the NICU; they were born at a bit over four pounds each, but are now less than that, because of normal newborn weight loss. They're doing okay, but not great. Both of them are having respiratory distress and are jaundiced, and our littlest twin has what's called a PDA, a vein between her heart and her lungs that's open when it should be closed, and that's making everything harder for her. She's on medication now to try to close it, but if that doesn't work, she'll have to have surgery. And she can't eat or get off the CPAP (a kind of breathing mask) till her PDA heals.
Please pray that our littlest one's PDA closes, and that both of our girls' lungs start working as they should. But thank God that they're here and alive and are getting good care!
I'll write more as I get a little less achy. :) Surgery went well, but boy does it wipe you out!
peace of Christ to you,