Déjà Vu

Well, yesterday morning I prepared for the worst, but prayed my hardest for the best. Around 11:30, suitcase in trunk, Zsu Zsu, Aunt Aubrey, and I headed back to the doctor.

After a quick examination, the doctor let me know I had begun to dilate (1 cm) and she could already feel a baby. There was no need for her to say anything else. I knew my fate. It was back down to labor and delivery for me. 

From there it was like a bad rerun. I had a doctor and nurse over my bed trying to trace your heartbeats on the monitor, while another was jabbing me with an IV, shot, and another lovely catheter. However, I was so grateful to be in the care of some wonderfully caring, familiar faces. As much as I didn't want to be back in the hospital, I was comforted that I had some of my favorite, sweet souls looking after me. After 45 minutes of just getting me set up, it was on to another ultrasound. Zsu Zsu, Paka, Aunt Aubrey, and Uncle Kye were all there to see you. Unfortunately, this may have been the first ultrasound I did not enjoy. Baby A, you are now so incredibly low that it's tricky to find you. The nurse was pushing down so hard which caused instant cramping and contracting. However during the ultrasound we also met with my regular doctor, as well as another high risk doctor. He was very encouraging. "We aren't throwing out life savers yet. You aren't drowning. Just sending up some warning flags. You could still make it several weeks."

After our ultrasound, and being returned to my room, it was back to the upside position followed by more of that fun magnesium (this time only for 13 hours and not 36!). This was the start of a long and draining night. From 7-10, I got decent sleep in 30 or so increments (with the magnesium they need to recheck me every single hour, so you never get more than an hour sleep at a time.....good practice for when you two get here, right?!). At 1 AM my nurse asked, "Are you sleeping at all??" She quickly got me an ambien to help me sleep....until 3 when we faced yet another scare. 

I soon began cramping pretty badly which is never a good sign. It was looking like we'd be taking an ambulance ride down to UL to deliver. But not before the doctors tried one more thing first.....and more importantly (and what I give credit to), not before your daddy offered a prayer over the three of us. At 4 AM we were given another shot. Thank God the cramps calmed down enough to take me off the magnesium and enough to not transfer me. 

The next several hours were pretty sleepless and unfortunately the cramps have since picked up again. So, we do all that we know to do. We pray. We trust God. And we hold on to our faith, Little Miracles. You have made it through another day. Today we celebrate 27 weeks and 3 days. And for that we rejoice and praise God, and we beg with broken hearts as we do everyday...."Just one more day, our merciful Lord."

love that this is what they posted today. Thank you, God, for yet another confirmation that you have us in your hands.

Sweet and Sour

Today we had our first follow-up appointment since leaving the hospital and it was going to be a busy appointment. We were scheduled for an ultrasound to check on how I was holding up, an ultrasound to check on you two, a typical appointment with the doctor, and my glucose testing. In my mind the glucose test was the biggest part of today (because I was sure the ultrasound would go fine) and I had to cut back on all the sweets I love to eat! Well, our roller coaster ride continued today...

While on our way, your daddy called to tell me he had decided to come to the appointment after all. All along, I told him not to worry about coming (Zsu Zsu and Aunt Aubrey were with me), plus it was going to be nothing new, a routine check up (ha!). Turns out I'm really thankful he was there with me.

Once we got to the doctor's office we did several minutes of waiting (me stuck sitting up for longer than I had in over five weeks). Finally, Zsu Zsu marched up to the front, explained that I was on bed rest, and needed to be seen or given a place to lay down (she's the best!). Well, sure enough, they bumped me up to next in line for ultrasounds!

Sweet moment #1: seeing you two still doing just fine! Miracle Baby A, as always, you did not want to show your face for any pictures and faced my back the whole time. Miracle Baby B, you were facing straight at us! You two sure are active! Miracle Baby B you have flipped sides again and are back to the left. And now, instead of lying sideways, you are feet down. Miracle Baby A you have flipped too and are feet down as well.

After admiring my cuties, they did the second ultrasound to check on me. I was squinting to try and read the numbers on the screen while they took the measurements, Was that a 1.3? Maybe a 1.5 still? but couldn't quite make it out. I thought for sure I had seen a one point something up there.

Since the nurses now realized I was on bed rest, they let me stay back in the ultrasound area instead of walking all the way back to the front, just to walk back again. It was during this time that we had our next "sweet moment" (quite literally this time). While waiting to see the doctor, they let me get a jump start on my glucose testing so that I could go home as soon as possible. So, they brought me a delicious orange sugary drink to guzzle in five minutes!

By the time that was finished it was on to the doctor. We sat and talked for a bit as I went over the list of questions I had. At one point she said, "Well your cervix is definitely short, but we already knew that." Okay, already knew that. So it must not have changed, right?

Sour moment #1:  "And how short is it?" I asked. She looked down at her paperwork and said, "Well, it's now measuring 8.8 mm." I thought surely I had misunderstood her, but unfortunately I hadn't. My cervical length had cut in half since the surgery.

Sour moment #2: While discussing what this meant for our near future, she realized I had not yet been given any steroid shots in case you were to be born early (this had been a strategic decision made by Dr. Weeks, who didn't want to administer these shots too soon). So, she decided to hook me up to monitor contractions, "If you have 5 in an hour, then we're going to have to send you back downstairs." I was devastated. Dr. Weeks knew we had at least 5 contractions each hour. He had said that's what life was going to be for me until we delivered. But since I hadn't had any steroid shots, these doctors were  nervous to let me go home. If I go into labor, they want to try to be able to stall for 24 hours to get the steroids in me as quickly as possible.

Sour moment #3: While being given this news, two different nurses came in to draw my blood (completion of the glucose testing) and give me a shot. Not that either hurt at all, but it was just the icing on the cake to be given this bad news while being poked with a bunch of needles.

Sour moment #4: Five contractions in under thirty minutes. My fate was sealed. It was back to the hospital for me.

Sweet moment #3: When the doctor returned, after speaking to me, another doctor from the practice, and a high risk doctor (not Dr. Weeks - come on, doc! We needed you today!) they had decided to send me home! The deal was I would return tomorrow to see if I had dilated at all and if I have gone into preterm labor, or if like Dr. Weeks had said, if this is just my normal from here on out.

Sour moment #5: While I was so grateful to be going home, she did decide to put me back on Procardia - the medicine to help with contractions. And while I'll do anything to help you two, I just find it a little silly. This medicine did nothing at all for me, but make me super hot and crazy dizzy (again, I'll live, but I don't see the point).

I was so absolutely devastated when they hooked me up to monitor my contractions and told me I was headed back downstairs. I just did not think this was at all a possibility today. But through it all, I'm thankful to spend another night in my own bed, in my own house. Who knows where I will be tomorrow after our appointment, but as always, whatever it takes! I just want you two to stay safe and healthy. If that means another hospital stay we will do it. But I do pray that I have not started to dilate in hopes that they will let me return home. We have made it five weeks so far boys, let's go for another five or more!

Some more sweet and sour  moments today...

27 Weeks

Two Peas in a Pod Baby Shower

Once the initial fear of losing you two seemed to be behind us, there were many things I was sad to be missing out on while stuck in the hospital. Yes, I kept reminding myself that these things were nothing in the grand scheme of things, but still I was sad. I had really been looking forward to the shower Zsu Zsu had planned. I was looking forward to soaking up fall on the patio. I thought for sure I would miss Halloween and Thanksgiving with my family. I just felt like I was going to miss out on all I was looking forward to with the rest of my pregnancy. So, when we were shockingly released, I was so excited that we might still be able to celebrate this miraculous pregnancy! While a week later than originally planned, Zsu Zsu was still able to throw a fabulous shower and I am so thankful that I was able to enjoy it (even if while laying down!).

I am amazed by all that your Zsu Zsu and Aunt Aubrey did all week in order to make this day so very special. They are both so amazing and I'm so grateful they're my mom and sister and now, your grandma and aunt! You boys are already so loved by so many different people both near and far. I was also so grateful for those who were able to come out on such short notice to celebrate you two and this precious miracle in our lives. You have a wonderful extended family of relatives and friends who already love you so much. Not yet boys, but we can't wait to share this love with you when you are ready to meet the world!

invites

decorations galore

two peas in a pod yummy desserts

more yummy food

game time!

words of wisdom from all the guests

AMAZING hostesses!!

the grandmas

me and my pumpkins

 

 

 

once the party ended the boys got to work setting up our new gifts!

Your First Snow

It's not even Halloween yet and we have already enjoyed our first snowfall!! Okay "snowfall" may be a bit dramatic (being that you can't even see the snow in these pictures). BUT it was snowing...and not just that salt shaker snow, real true snowflakes! It may have only lasted five minutes or so, but you better believe I was outside celebrating in the midst of the falling flakes. Hope you enjoyed your first snowfall!

Goodbye Second Trimester, Hello Third!

Well, that was an interesting trimester to say the least! I had been told the first and third trimesters were the worst and the second the best. And while the first trimester was wonderful, I was very excited to enter the second. A week before we even hit the second trimester I felt my energy coming back and it was a fabulous feeling. I loved the feeling of having energy, being active again, yet starting to look more pregnant. I was fascinated to watch my bump rapidly grow!

During the second trimester I finally felt your first flutters which was an absolutely amazing experience. These flutters soon grew into full kicks and punches! I couldn't wait for your daddy to feel you moving around too. Watching his face light up when he first felt you move was definitely a highlight for me. We now get quite a kick out of watching my belly move from the outside too.

This trimester we found out that you were boys and were so excited to begin calling you by your names. From early on we had four names picked out: two boys and two girls, to cover all of the possibilities. The second I saw you, Baby Miracle A, in that ultrasound when they told me you were a boy, I knew which name belonged to you. And the same thing for you Baby Miracle B! I have loved knowing that you can now hear us and talk to you guys all the time. I like to even think you know your daddy's voice now too because the second he starts tickling and talking to you, you begin moving.

I was not prepared however, to spend a third of my second trimester in the hospital and on bed rest. I have to say though, just making it to the third trimester is a miracle in itself that for awhile we wondered if we would even see.

I am so grateful and blessed to open this next and final chapter of this pregnancy. While things are starting to get a little more uncomfortable and may not be going exactly as I anticipated, I keep reminding myself that this pregnancy is a miracle alone and that this may be the only time I experience this. So, through the pains and worries, I am still really trying to soak up every aspect of pregnancy and enjoy it all.

With that being said, there are still many things to look forward in the third trimester:
1. Baby showers
2.  Your first holidays (spent safely in my tummy, please!)
3. Watching the finishing touches added to your room
4. And when all is safe and you two are ready for the world, MEETING YOU AT LAST!

Wow. I cannot believe how quickly this pregnancy is passing by. Before becoming pregnant, there were definitely dark days when I doubted if I would ever even get a chance to be a mother. Knowing that I am carrying your precious lives is an honor and blessing I will not take for granted. I have cherished these past six months and am beyond grateful that God answered our cries. I thought bed rest would damper this experience and make time crawl by. Especially now that we're home and you are safe, I am back to soaking up pregnancy life (pains and all!), and it seems like time is flying now. Before I know it, this is all going to be a distant memory and we will be rushing around like crazy to get you to school, practices, you name it and this life will continue to be fabulous journey!

26 Weeks

Well doctors hoped we would at least hold on for 25 weeks. Praise God, we serve a living Savior who has much higher sights than that for us! Another week down and the 3 of us are still perfectly healthy. Praying for continued miracles that we keep proving those doctors wrong and make it so much further than they dared to dream!

Nursery Update

It has been a little over a week since we've been home from the hospital. I have loved being back in the comfort of my own home and doing things on my own schedule. However, it is definitely tricky staying "bedridden," while watching others work around you. I'm not one that typically likes to ask for help. I have always had the mentality that I can do it, and I can probably do it better than anyone else (that feels awful "saying" that aloud!). Being down for the past month, and even throughout a lot of this pregnancy, I have learned that I do have to ask for help, that others are just as capable of doing it (and doing it well) as I am, and the underlying theme of this overall journey, to let go of control!

That being said, I think I have been a pretty good patient. The doctor was pretty lenient on my modified bed rest orders: walking the stairs a couple times a day, standing / sitting for 15-20 minute periods of time, and eventually going out to eat or to the movies. However, to help appease your daddy's and Zsu Zsu's nerves, I have still pretty much been on a strict bed rest schedule. I only take the steps twice a day: down in the morning and up at night. I haven't ventured out of the house -- except to lounge on the patio. I only sit up for short periods of time and I have really listened to my body and tried not to push it.

However, Saturday afternoon, while laying on the couch, knitting, listening to music, and enjoying my cozy fire, a sight passed by me on the stairs that I couldn't ignore...

ahhh!! baby furniture going up!!

Your daddy, Grandpa, and Uncle Johnny have been working all week on the nursery (and it kills me that I wasn't able to snap daily pictures!). They finished painting the walls, put up the crown molding, and even got the base boards painted. I was amazed at how hard and quickly they got this project completed.

the one picture snapped all week: wall painted, part of crown molding up, base boards still needing painting!

By Saturday, the nursery was ready for the furniture -- I was beyond ecstatic! This was something I could not miss. So for the first time all week, I took an extra trip up the stairs! I had to be there for this and could not stand to wait until bedtime to see the almost finished product (it's bad enough that I couldn't help paint or do anything else - I was not missing this!).

furniture under window will go against opposite wall...daddy is making a window seat to go there!

Not that my expanding belly and your tiny (or not so tiny anymore) kicks don't make it that much more real, but there was just something about seeing your cribs side-by-side that made me giddy with excitement. I squealed, "Ah! It's perfect, we just need two babies....but not yet!" (We so want you here, but keep growing for several more weeks, please!)

I cannot believe that in a short period of time you two will be laying in these cribs. I cannot wait for that day and cannot wait to see what this crazy life has in store for our sweet family of four! I am so blessed that I will get to be your mommy and can't wait to hold you in my arms, Little Ones. I love you so much already!

25 Weeks

so happy to be back in our home and at our wall for the weekly pic!

Fantastic Follow-Up, Fabulous Fall, and Furniture Friday

19 days. 19 days ago was the last time I had felt the sun or breathed fresh air. I had been given the okay to take ten minute wheelchair rides outside two Fridays ago. But just rolling down the hall to the nursery had me exhausted and sore. Going outside for my own selfish wants just didn't seem worth it. I wanted to stay in my bed where my body was most comfortable and I felt you were most safe. All week though, we had decided that if Friday's ultrasound went well, I would finally go outside. Who would've guessed all that our day had in store...

We had no idea when our appointment would be, but I anticipated before 10. Zsu Zsu planned on arriving at 8 so that she wouldn't miss anything. At 7:50 she texted me that she was stuck in horrible traffic and was afraid she wouldn't make it. I tried to reassure her that all seemed to be moving slow today: my breakfast was 40 minutes later than usual and my nurse was an hour later than usual. Maybe it was a sign that the ultrasound would be later too. 

Well, just 30 minutes later she rolled in and we all enjoyed breakfast together. Not long after my wheelchair from downstairs arrived and it was time to go back to the second floor for the ultrasound. (Side note: elevator ride #2 in 12 years was a success! Christmas carols blaring in my headphones and eyes squeezed shut, but I did it...again!)

First on the ultrasound agenda: measure the results of the surgery. "Okay. Good," the technician said while taking measurements on the screen. "Looks like we at 1.5 centimeters." I was instantly sick to my stomach. Why was this good news?? Wasn't it 3 centimeters after surgery? If after 2 weeks it was already cut in half, that would mean I only had two more weeks until I delivered. I was sure it was back to the catheter, an upside down bed, and the magnesium drip. I was ready for them to start the steroid shots for you two. I was just devestated that it didn't work. All I could do was squeeze your dad's hand and pray I was wrong.  

From there she began checking on you two. You had both made tremendous progress and continued to look great. You had gone from 1 pound 4 ounces and 1 pound 2 ounces to 1 pound 12 ounces and 1 pound 11 ounces! Great news!!

It was around this time during the ultrasound that Dr. Weeks popped in to review the results of the surgery. This was it. Moment of truth...

"We consider anything over 1 centimeter successful, 1.2 great, and 1.5 fantastic! In fact, I don't see any reason why you can't go home this morning!" I was shocked. The room was instantly filled with gasps and cries of joy (I even snuck your daddy tearing up - he was beyond ecstatic). Turns out what the technician had measured had just been what the surgery created, not the entire length. Nothing had changed in two weeks! The surgery was officially a success! The doctor was even encouraged that he could see this pregnancy making it full term!

From there our Friday just got better and better. Zsu Zsu took me home where your all's furniture was then delivered. She then put up my fall decorations which I had been so sad to be missing. And then, later that night, your dad cooked me a delicious home cooked meal which we enjoyed outside on the patio with the fabulous cool fall weather. 

I cannot believe all of the turn of events Friday had for us. To think that just three weeks ago doctors were preparing us for the worst and now I'm laying on my couch typing these words. God is truly amazing, Little Miracles! I am so thankful that you, my boys, are still perfectly healthy. 

Tricks and Treats Thursday

Today was a much better day than yesterday! For starters, I was able to sleep -- uninterrupted by nurses -- until 7:55! That hasn't happened since my stay here began. Hallelujah! Once enjoying a casual, slow start, I even got dressed in "real" clothes today (jeans and all!). What a fabulous feeling.

real clothes and a growing belly!!

Today's tricks:
Once Zsu Zsu and Aunt Aubrey arrived, we spent most of our day on a ridiculous, incredibly entertaining app: Akinator. Let me tell you, it was worth every penny of that $1.99! You think of any fictional character and it asks you yes or no questions. Simple enough. But good golly did it provide hours of entertainment! We were thinking of the most absurd, minor characters we could...and he was getting them all!

how did it know the Indian from the Indian in the Cupboard?!

even Paka was amazed

Today's treats:
Sleeping in
McDonald's for breakfast
Paka showed up for lunch (and got just as much entertainment out of the silly app as we did)
Real clothes
Homemade chili for dinner!
Yummy fruit from the fresh market
A nurse that actually read my chart BEFORE coming into my room to meet me
Candy corn
A phone call to my hospital room from our fabulous fertility doctor who heard we had been admitted....calling to see if there was anything she could do!
Your dad singing to you two and seeing his face light up when you guys respond to his voice and begin moving and kicking like crazy!

I'm so thankful for a better day and happier spirits today. We prayerfully await tomorrow's ultrasound and trust God has more good news for us.

Woe Is Me Wednesday

I haven't complained much. I don't really have a right to complain - you two are still safe and healthy. We agreed at the start of this hospital stay, "whatever it takes." So, that's what I'm doing. Whatever it takes with a smile on my face...the majority of the time. Today was one of those days where we were all just feeling a little sluggish. Mine started last night with a terrible migraine.

Background info:

The rotating of nurses is typically one at 7 AM  and a new one at 7 PM. It was working perfectly. However, Monday and Tuesday, I got a new nurse around 3 PM and 11 PM. So instead of monitoring fetal heart tones twice a day, each nurse would monitor at start of their shift (even though doctor's orders call for a twice a day. I'm starting to doubt my new nurses even read my chart, especially when they ask, "You haven't had any contractions have you?") I say this to explain the fun in my evening last night. 

At 9 last night I decided to try and sleep off the migraine. Since our stay here the nurses have said, "If you're sleeping, we won't bother you" (unless it's a nurse from the lab to draw blood...who tend to roll in between 5 and 6 AM, fun times!). So I snuggled in and fell asleep. At 11 PM I heard a nurse come in and ask, "Is she sleeping?" and your dad nodded yes (oh how I love him!). So, out they went, for what I assumed was the night. 

Wrong. 12:40 AM all my lights were turned on and I hear, "Hi Courtney, we came in earlier and you were sleeping. Thought we'd try again now." Ah yes, that makes perfect sense. Why would I be sleeping after midnight if I was already asleep at 11?

She proceeded to do all kinds of routine check ups, fetal heart tones, you name it. I tried to fall back asleep once she left, but ten minutes later, in walks the assistant flipping on all the lights again (your poor father!). She chipperly announced, "Just here to get your blood pressure and temperature." Of course, it would make no sense for the nurse to have done that during her thorough exam. 

The assistant then proceeds to have a conversation with the half-sleeping, exhausted pregnant woman. And here is where I almost lost my sleep deprived mind...

"Twins, huh?"

"Yep."

"Bet that was a shock." not really "Do twins run in your family?" 

"Nope."

"Do you know what they are?"

"Two boys."

"Oh what a shame. You hate to hear that. You always hope for one of each when you have twins." Um, excuse me?! I'm not even supposed to be pregnant. We are over the moon with our little boys and so grateful to be given these precious lives! Who says that??

Instead I gave an awkward chuckle, "Yeah, my husband is a twin and he has a sister."

"Well see, they do run in your family." Mh-hmm. Fraternal twins is passed down through the female side. So the fact that my mother-in-law had twins and now I'm having twins is completely related (not!). Not to mention the fact that IVF was involved. Glad to see you're in the medical field, on the baby floor, and understand the workings of the reproductive system. 

Instead, "Mh-hmm." 

"Alright well you let us know if you need anything." Yep, to go to sleep. Thanks!

"Ok. Thank you."

And out she went. Unfortunately, I was so thrown off by her calling my two miracles "a shame," that I was then up for the next hour and a half. 

Four hours later, around 6:30, I woke up to snuggle with your dad before he left to go to work. As I began to doze back off, at 6:50 a nurse loudly comes in, "Hello? Need anything, Courtney??" Why she didn't wait to see if I was sleeping I don't know. But by this point, I was beyond annoyed. It had been a long night; what I needed was to be left alone and to sleep. 

At 7:10 the assistant was back to recheck my vitals. 

At 7:20 I decided to give up when the nurse returned to check fetal heart tones again. 

By the time my sister and mom arrived at 10 AM, I was exhausted. My shower hadn't helped to wake me up and I just felt blah. Lucky for me, Aunt Aubrey was feeling a little blah too. So we enjoyed feeding each other's "woe is me" attitude. Poor Zsu Zsu, she came in happy as can be, but probably left feeling blah too!

Still, even though energy was a little low today, I count it a good day. I have great family who come and visit me everyday. When they leave they take our laundry, check on our house, get our mail...you name it. You both are still well and healthy. We are now almost halfway through week 24! So, I may be a little sluggish today, but in the words of your father, it's still, "one more day!" So, we celebrate that.

Went to the bathroom, leaving your dad alone for 30 seconds, I came back to find a visitor had snuck in...

Taboo-Torture-Too Sweet-Too Cute Tuesday

an afternoon playing Taboo

 

tortured Zsu Zsu with Christmas carols

too sweet -- super thoughtful care package from family

two, too cute pea hats...next on the list a green pea pod for a pinterest inspired picture of my two peas in a pod!

pinterst inspiration!

Meditation-Mis-Matched-Massage Monday

new socks from my momma...loads of silly mismatched socks!

loving my massages!

attempting to meditate

Photographs by the one and only, Zsu Zsu

24 Weeks

You're Not Alone

What a beautiful Sunday morning. While it is dark, rainy, and gloomy outside, today I am singing God's praises for another glorious day.

My Sunday began at 2:30 AM with a clap of thunder and flood alert on my phone that awoke me. After the grumbling of being awake, I soon realized what day it was...Sunday! 24 weeks! Since I couldn't fall back asleep, I took to my usual Sunday morning ritual...just a few hours early! I got on all my pregnancy apps and began reading about the landmarks we will hit in this 24th week. It's amazing that two and a half weeks ago, doctors were preparing us to say goodbye to you two, yet, here you are, still fighting and staying strong!

Around 6:30 I was awoken again, this time by your daddy crawling into my hospital bed! We enjoyed a half hour or so of cuddling together in the quiet morning. By 8:15, the hustle and bustle of hospital life had already began, and your dad was out the door to run home to take care of some things there.

I have so enjoyed sitting in the dark this morning, listening to my music, thanking God for all He has done already for us, and doing some reading (it's hard for me to adjust to this "no church on Sunday" thing). While sitting alone in my room, the song "You're Not Alone," came on the radio. How perfect!

"It was the sweetest voice that called my name saying: You're not alone, For I am here. Let me wipe away your every tear. My love I've never left your side; I have seen you through the darkest night and I'm the one who's loved you all your life. All your life. Faithful and true, forever, oh My love will carry you."

I am so thankful that we are not at all alone in this journey. I am thankful that God knows exactly where this journey is going and that He is the one in control. As I type these words, singing along, I am thankful to see my belly jumping in the glow of the computer light, as you two kick to the sounds (hopefully because you are enjoying my singing and not already telling me to hush!). Though this pregnancy has taken an unexpected turn, I am still so incredibly grateful for all we have in our lives. Things don't always go as planned, and we don't always know how they will end, but we are beyond blessed with a beautiful life and soon-to-be (but not too soon!) two beautiful boys. I am just beyond amazed with the way God works and how perfectly everything always seems to fall into place. I am so grateful that I am not alone. I don't know how you would get through a situation like this without a hope in something more powerful than ourselves or doctors. Today is a beautiful day.

Weekly Recap

Well, my first week in the hospital was spent in a medicated daze. This week has found me more "active." Thanks to my fabulous mother and sister, we created daily themes! Here's a quick look at my week in pics! We are so blessed to have had so many different friends and family members each day, helping to keep our spirits lifted. Keep fighting, Little Ones, you are doing great!

Massage Monday

Tangled-Toenail Tuesdays

Wordin' Wheelchair Rollin' Wednesday

TLC Thursday

Fun Friday

13 days and 12 nights in the hospital...he's incredible - been here for every one of them!