One of the things that I appreciate in other people’s blogs is raw honesty. It ministers to me to know that someone else went through or is going through something that I am currently dealing with and that I am not alone in my feelings. I have had a couple of sisters in Christ who have been very honest with their feelings through their valleys and it has been so encouraging to me. It also helps me to know that Christians are real people, too.
With that in mind, most of my recent posts have just been the facts about life, but this last week and a half has been an emotional roller coaster for me. I have been trying to sort through all of the feelings that have been going through my mind (you women will understand how messy things can get up there), while trying to remain sane at the same time. Life has been so busy and “different” for us that I don’t know that I have really had time to take it all in and adjust to it. When you picture expanding your family, you never picture twins or NICU. I think my mind has finally gotten to the point where I have realized that reality is not meshing with my expectations. I no longer know what normal is for our family, all I know is that it wasn’t what I expected. My expectations of normal included going to church every Sunday with the girls, going grocery shopping, being able to clean my house more than once a month, breastfeeding until they were a year old, going out in public, etc. None of this is my reality. That all came crashing in with the guilt of not being a good mother and trying hard enough, along with the realization that my little preemies are no longer preemies. Most of you know that I have been debating breastfeeding and formula and after talking to some people have finally come to the peace that I’ll pump what I can and supplement with formula. I did go to a La Leche League meeting to see how I could increase my supply. Their answer was to feed every 1.5 to 2 hours until they are about 8 months old. Crazy, huh? That may work for some families, but I prefer to keep them more on a predictable routine. This allows them and me more rest and I can be more productive throughout my day. I did try to breastfeed for 2 days every 2 hours and after that I went back to pumping. Honestly, pumping for me is familiar. As weird as it sounds, it’s almost like a security blanket. It was the one thing that I could really do for them while they were in the NICU and I felt good about producing so much milk. I know how to do it. I was worrying myself into anxiety over whether or not to keep breastfeeding. After talking a lot to my mom (she’s the best), I realized that it’s okay to let go of the expectations I had of breastfeeding for a year and do what I felt was best for me and the girls.
I also really really miss church. We have been probably a handful of times since the girls have been home. Church was so predictable and normal for us before we had the girls and I miss having somewhere where I could go to worship and fellowship with other believers. I also hadn’t been doing my quiet time and I think God has brought me to a point again where I long for time with Him. I am desperate for Him. We have been waiting on the girls to get their Synagis shots, which protect them from RSV, because we switched insurance companies and they had to be approved by the new company. We are finally getting them tomorrow, so I am determined to be at both service and bible fellowship on Sunday. It may be hectic, but we need to be in church.
It’s hard to explain the roller coaster I’ve been on this past week because I’m not sure that even I understand it all. It’s like our lives have been on pause because we haven’t been able to really get out, but the girls are still growing up and everyone else’s life is still on play. The Lord has really been telling me to forget what is behind and keep my eyes fixed on what is now and to come. So anyway…I share all of this for the benefit of those who may think that there is no one else going through similar feelings. Someone from church has been through a similar NICU experience and she acknowledged this past week that she knew how HARD it was to be out of church for the health of her girl and to just hear someone who has been there before affirm my feelings helped me to know that it was okay for me to feel this way.
George is slowly but surely on his way to normal health. He still finds it hard to walk on his leg, but he’s doing better. He’ll probably be out of work for at least another week. He goes back to the doctor tomorrow. He is bored out of his mind being cooped up at home though and I completely understand. I’ll be glad when he is able to help out around the house more and simply put the girls to bed. I know that he’s really looking forward to getting back to work, too.
Hannah and Kate are doing great. They both love to smile and will probably soon be giggling. Hannah let out the biggest squeal the other day. Kate is 12 lbs. now and Hannah is probably 10 lbs. I’ve actually had to put Kate down a couple of times because she’s gotten too heavy to hold. She’ll be starting on size 2 diapers in the next couple of days and has outgrown her newborn clothes. This morning she slept until 8:00. Hannah woke up at 5:30 and I thought about waking Kate to feed her, but I thought I would just see how it played out. It worked out great because I fed Hannah and she woke back up around 8:45. So they put themselves on the same schedule. Here are a couple of pictures. I’ve also put one on here of my sister’s baby. She is almost 29 weeks now.
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Baby Rhine
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Happy Hannah
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Hannah
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Kate
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Kate