2 weeks old!

The girls are two weeks old today! Two weeks in some ways has passed by so quickly, but sometimes it seems too long that they have been away from us. They would be 38 weeks gestation if still on the "inside." The nurses keep telling us that this is the week that everything usually "clicks." This is my constant prayer...


The Girls:

Katherine Jane:

-weighs:4lbs 3oz!
-only 50 grams away from being moved to an open crib! That is almost 2 oz.
-some interest in breastfeeding, some interest in bottle (I think she had to work so hard in the womb for food/blood that now she just wants to rest! haha)
-more alert, and sometimes will not close her eyes when you stay in the room



Madeline Grace:

-weighs:4lb 12oz
-in open crib!
-some days good with breastfeeding/bottle, some days not so great.
-much more alert the past week


Mom and Dad:

Physically I'm feeling great. My appetite is back after 9 months of constantly feeling full! I jokingly told Matt that maybe being pregnant and getting bigger was one of the greatest things for me to put my body image in perspective. I look in the mirror and can't believe how skinny I am! haha I'm not to my pre-pregnancy body, but getting there. I don't weigh myself,so I have no clue how much I have lost. I'll let it be a surprise at my 6 week appointment. ;)

Emotions continue to come and go. Again, I know that emotional moments are typical of all new moms. Matt and I had a good laugh the other night at one of my ridiculous emotional moments. Our dog Lily was laying down on the couch and kicked her legs (to get more space because she is spoiled), this caused Matt's cup of ice cream to spill. He got on to her and kicked her off the couch. For some crazy reason this upset me. I asked him to not be "mean" to her. Then started some rant about if our real babies can't be home to care for, then we have to take care of our dogs. After a good 5 minutes of being insane...we laughed at how ridiculous I was being. Matt kept saying "they are DOGS, not our children!" hahaha

We have been able to be much more involved with the girls at the hospital. This has helped both of us feel more connected to them. There are moments of frustation, like when they just will not eat. These moments remind us, especially me, that we are not the ones in control here. I cannot will my children into eating, no matter how hard I try. We daily have to trust the Lord with the number of days they will be in the NICU. The evenings seem to be the hardest. I worry about them crying or fussing and no one being there to comfort them. Don't get me wrong, the girls' nurses are WONDERFUL, but I long for the day of being the one to comfort them. 

The cycle feels incomplete, our home feels empty, but each day our hearts fill more and more with a deep love for our girls. Praying fervently that they will turn a corner to make more steps towards coming home! 

On a VERY positive note...here is our freezer currently...only part of my production! :)