It’s alive! Kinda

I am still living, tired, but living. The girls are doing great and I hope to have a proper update posted on here soon. I am still staying at the hospital in the parent overnight rooms. I tend to get as little sleep as I can possibly live on and then spend the day in the nursery taking care of the babies. The nurses just love me, they pretty much only have to get up to take blood pressures and check alarms that get set off for little to no reason at all.

Every day when I wake up there is something new going on with the girls. So far, it’s been for the better. They are moving along very quickly and we might be looking at Megan getting discharged tomorrow. Lauren will be right behind her within a day or two. Katie is taking her time figuring out the whole bottle thing and has had some issues with her heart rate dropping - it usually happens after eating so they are thinking it’s reflux. I am hoping that she works her way out of it (I think she only had one episode yesterday) and gets to come home at the end of the week (very hopeful on my part there). If she continues to have episodes she might come home on a heart monitor - but when she would come home is something I am completely unsure about.

I have been posting pictures on my Flickr page when I can. I was doing really well at taking pictures every day, but sometimes the day goes by and when I lay down to sleep I suddenly realize I didn’t have a moment to get any pictures taken that day. If I mention this to any of the nurses they just laugh at me and tell me that it’s only going to get worse once they are all home.

As for me, I am painfully homesick and can’t wait for these ladies to get the hell out of the hospital. The staples were removed from my c-section incision yesterday and I am hoping to get into my fat jeans without any pain today (my scar goes from my belly button down .. you know, right where your zipper is located).

I lose my right to lock my room door in 15 minutes, so I suppose I should get dressed before someone walks in on me and is scarred by the sight of my pale white butt.