As I sit here on this lazy Labor day, I realize that I haven't posted in a while on Eva and Nicholas' blog. I apologize for the lack of updates, but you will have to forgive me as life has been rather busy. I'm not sure if anyone even reads this anymore, but I feel like I owe it to my little angels to keep thier story going.
Since the last update, so much has happened. Since they have been here, they have both grown so much. They have hit the five pound mark. Eva no longer has a feeding tube. After several nights of her pulling it out, the nursing staff finally took the hint and kept it out. She decided she was to big for that, she could eat like a big girl.
Nicholas is trying so hard to be a big boy. He is eating two bottles a day. He is also trying to breathe without his supplemental oxygen. He is quite a cutie. He is very alert and seems to recognize voices. I pray so hard for him. I pray that he will get strong like his sister.
This of course leads us to the most exciting, or the most saddest news, depending on how you look at it.
Sweet Eva will be coming home tommorrow. She has successfully graduated from the NICU, and the special care, and is ready to join the family. I am so happy, and excited for her, as she gets to meet everyone, and get hugs and cuddles.
But, why am I sad you may ask... Eva coming home means that Nicholas will be all alone. He won't have his sister in the room with him anymore. I can't help but think that his little heart may be broken. I don't want him to think we all just left and he's all alone now. I know it sounds silly. I know you are all thinking "He's just a baby, he doesn't know..Misty is overreacting again". But, They were together in my womb for as long as I could hold them, they were together in the NICU together, and they were together in the special care. I like to think they secretly cheer each other on, in a language only babies can understand. I can't help but think that he would worry when he would hear her monitors go off, or the same for her. I can't help but think in the wee hours of the morning, when the nurses are out of the room, and it is quiet and still, he can look across the room, and she could look back, and their eyes lock, and they know they are there for each other.
What will he think Wednesday morning, when he looks, and no one is there?
Hurry up little guy. Get better soon. Come home with us. We are all waiting for you.