The Morning After

All is quiet now as I type this. Saxon and Ella are sleeping, Amanda is in the adjoining room watching television and Callie has gone to see her doctor at the clinic here at St. Luke's.


(Ella gives us a yawn)


(Not to be outdone, Saxon shows an even bigger yawn)

It looks like we may not finish the whole 48 room in. The cramped conditions, the bizarreness of staying in a hospital and an inability to sleep are pushing Callie and me too far, I'm afraid. The nurse I spoke with today said this shouldn't effect the babies being able to come home Friday, they'll just have a nutrition plan that calls for bottlefeeding with either fortified breastmilk or formula.

I know I've said it before, but this has all been quite exhausting and I will be very glad when it is all over and my family is at home in our house. I've got my baby CPR class in a few minutes, so this post will be a short one. More will follow when the details of our plan begin to take shape.