The girls are one month old today. They have been in the NICU for 31 days now. And they are 36 weeks gestation today too. When we first started this NICU journey, most of the nurses told us the girls would probably be here until 37 weeks gestation (or one more week now), and that seemed like ages. Now we are here and it hasn't been THAT long, but it's definitely been a strain.
They are so very close to going home. So close that we can see it...but each day is a trial. The two remaining things to overcome are full feeds and bradys (heart rate dips due to forgetting to breathe). They have to go 5 full days without a brady. The girls are really making headway with feeds, so it looked like we were going to get them home this weekend. Then one had a Brady this morning - and she's taking more feeds than her sister, so would have been more likely to go home.
It's odd how devastating that is. I've dealt with much much worse, but it seems being so close and "losing it" just undoes me. I do want what's best for the girls, and I want them safe. I understand that is what is taking place by keeping them in the NICU longer, but I don't like it. I'm ready to have them both home. And I think I'll deal much better (though I'll be more sleep deprived) once they are home.
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