On Tuesday (Mom and Dad's second anniversary by the way, a better present couldn't have been planned!), Mom remained in bed, getting medicine and getting better. Dad spent time going back and forth between Mom and our two little wonderful additions. (Can you tell I'm happy? Can you tell how much I love you already? :)
I'd hoped, and we'd all hoped, that I would feel good enough to make the trip down to see you at the Special Care Unit down the hall, but it just didn't happen that day. Zoe was at the stage where she was ready to be held, but Dad wanted to wait until Mom was there. Little Roman was doing his best under the oxygen hood, trying to get those little lungs to function at 100% on their own. Grandma and Grandpa Baltes made there was down to visit that day, Grandpa with his video camera on the ready... Very lucky for us he was able to put something together by the next day (Thanks Grandpa! - Blog or You Tube):
The dinging you hear - the monitors hooked up to each that alert the very caring nurses to 'blips' in their oxygen levels (mostly), pulse and respiration.
(We've since learned their skin is very sensitive, but how hard is it to not reach out and touch the people you've been waiting for for these 34 weeks?)
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