We've have been a family for 9 days now. Wow! The first few days in the hospital were rough. I got sick to my stomach on the second night and third day and thought I would feel better if I could crawl out of my skin. There's nothing like sitting in a hospital bed around midnight trying to nurse your daughter and having to turn your head and throw up on the other side of the bed. At least I was thinking and kept her from getting covered. I was so thankful for Saturday to come and get out of there and return to the comforts of our home. Little did I know that things would still be stressful and at home you didn't have the call button to push and get instant help.
The days and nights at home have been both good and bad. It's amazing how much one can cry in a 24 hour period. (and I'm not talking about the girls) We've had our good times and our bad. The worst is at night. I am just starting to get some sleep and it's time for one to eat again.
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