This entry is being written from memory 7 days later.

I’ve decided I’ve had enough and have stopped calling the nurses for help. If I’m going to get out of here, I need to do things myself, right? I’ve been getting up and using the bathroom myself, as well as getting my pump supplies ready, pumping and cleaning up afterwards. It hurts a lot and I go very slowly, but I’m doing it. Read the rest of this entry »

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This entry is being written from memory 8 days later.

I woke up this morning to start recovering from the second surgery. I hope whatever they did last night corrects the problem and I can finally start to feel better and get to my babies. I miss them so much. Read the rest of this entry »

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This entry is being written to the best of my ability from memory 8 days later.

This morning, I woke up sad. I miss my boys and want to meet them. I miss Skip and I miss Calista. I’m lonely, and I am in pain. I realize no one has sent me flowers like they did when Calista was born. I’m sure it’s because they had hoped I’d leave right away and get down to Seattle, but it’s just one more thing to bring me down at the moment. I am stressed out by the phone calls as the phone in my room seems to ring constantly, and there’s always a nurse trying to do something to me while people are trying to call. I want to be left alone from the calls and questions that I don’t have answers to, like who do the babies look lie? and how long were they are birth? Read the rest of this entry »

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This entry is being written to the best of my ability from memory 7 days later, as well as from a and a few scant notes I had taken that day.

My boys arrived last night. I can’t believe they are here. I only saw them for a few moments last night, and I saw no more than their eyes and noses. I did not know their birth weights until several hours later, and still don’t know how long they are. I keep forgetting to ask. Read the rest of this entry »

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