I'm trying to make light of this NICU business as well I can, which isn't to say I'm completely grateful that the girls are doing incredibly well upstairs. (I write this from my hospital room where I sit alone with my giant breast pump after just seeing off Hal, Archer, Fable and my parents.)
That's been the hardest part, I think. Having this giant family seemingly overnight and all of us being separated. Bo and Rev (what we're calling them for short) aren't even in the same NICU room anymore so every time I'm with one I feel terrible that I can't be with the other and then I burst into tears and then die on the floor because my C-section is fucking killing me. And then I laugh because I'm so emotional and then I cry again because my C-section and then everyone's like, "are you okay?" and I'm like, "YES! I'm fine! And then I make a joke about Boheme and Reverie being the Chris O'Donnell and LL Cool J of the NICU ward. Except instead of wielding guns and fighting crime, they rock Bilirubin glasses and receiving blankets.
Reverie "living up to her name" Lux
Boheme "you glow girl" Shalom
(I was told when we were admitted Monday night that because the babies were to be born five weeks early they would have to spend anywhere from a few days to two weeks in the NICU regardless of birthweight. Boheme quickly graduated to the "full term" NICU room but Rev is still in the "Undergraduate program", hopefully graduating soon.)
Tonight Archer burst into tears because he wanted to see his sisters and didn't understand why he had to stay down here in my mess of a hospital room with his crazy emotional mother and her breast pump while his sisters were upstairs alone without us.
Do you want to know how to make an already emotional mother lose her shit entirely? Let her sit and watch her son leave her hospital room in hysterics because "I want us all to be home together."
For now, I have pictures and videos of the babies, promises their sisters will come home soon and then we can be together forever until the end of time I promise.
"I don't know! Soon! Hopefully really, really, totally and extremely soon!"
As for the girls, they're eating well (Reverie graduated from IV to bottle today) and have no breathing issues so that's A+. They're both about as calm and easy to love as two people could possibly be. And soon (next week?), we'll all be together, crying I'm sure, for entirely new reasons.
In the meantime, a few quick snaps from this afternoon:
where you at, girl?
Oh, you know. Long day yesterday. Trying to sleep it off.
You should see me right now. I look like a future baby.
You should see ME right now. I'm trying to sleep.
That's cool. We're not allowed to use cell phones in here anyway.
P.S. For those asking, Boheme is pronounced Bo-Em, as in Bohème. More on the girls' names later, promise promise. In the meantime, fais de
beaux Bo reves Rev.
P.P.S. On behalf of all six of us, thank you, thank you and thank you for being so wonderful. We have read every comment and tweet and post and email, are floored by your kindness and love. I can't begin to tell you how much it means.