After a very enjoyable stag night in Devon yesterday, Sunday morning welcomed me with something I've not experienced much recently - a stinking hangover. Not the best thing to take with you to NICU, as it would make the bad things a whole lot worse. Thankfully though today, there wasn't any of that.
This evening, while back at home, the song 'Wires' by Athlete came on the radio. It's one that completely passed me by when it first came out, as it meant nothing to me whatsoever. Now, it has a totally different effect. Listening to that, while looking at the first photos of Willow and Stanley, really brought it all back into perspective and it touched us both a lot more than it did when we heard it three or four months ago. If this whole nightmare all happened again right now and we had to see our babies lying helpless with tubes down their throats and wires all over them for weeks on end, we'd crack up completely. The difference is back then, they weren't really our babies, they were just these small creatures who we hadn't got to know yet.
Now, they are definitely our children and there are signs that they may be coming home with us in the not-too-distant future. They were looking stronger than ever today, still growing very nicely and doing everything they should be doing. Willow's eyes were following both of us as we moved around the room; which is very reassuring. Every little normal thing such as this that they do is one small box ticked on our lengthy worry list we have in our heads. We're pretty sure that both of them won't get through what the last 20 weeks has thrown at them completely unscathed; but at the moment they're making all the right moves.
Another Monday tomorrow then, to move us further into week 21. Hopefully this week will continue to throw nice things at us.
This evening, while back at home, the song 'Wires' by Athlete came on the radio. It's one that completely passed me by when it first came out, as it meant nothing to me whatsoever. Now, it has a totally different effect. Listening to that, while looking at the first photos of Willow and Stanley, really brought it all back into perspective and it touched us both a lot more than it did when we heard it three or four months ago. If this whole nightmare all happened again right now and we had to see our babies lying helpless with tubes down their throats and wires all over them for weeks on end, we'd crack up completely. The difference is back then, they weren't really our babies, they were just these small creatures who we hadn't got to know yet.
Now, they are definitely our children and there are signs that they may be coming home with us in the not-too-distant future. They were looking stronger than ever today, still growing very nicely and doing everything they should be doing. Willow's eyes were following both of us as we moved around the room; which is very reassuring. Every little normal thing such as this that they do is one small box ticked on our lengthy worry list we have in our heads. We're pretty sure that both of them won't get through what the last 20 weeks has thrown at them completely unscathed; but at the moment they're making all the right moves.
Another Monday tomorrow then, to move us further into week 21. Hopefully this week will continue to throw nice things at us.
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