No, scratch that.
I woke up to my alarm going off at 3am. It was time to pump. Though I don't have any newborns at home, I do have to keep the feeding schedule in preparation for when they do come home. So I have a hospital grade pump and a demanding newborn-like schedule with waking at night to feed the breast pump and I'll have this schedule until March or April, when they're likely to come home.
At about 3:30am, I looked out my bedroom window and had a brief spike of excitement seeing the snow covering the ground. It quickly abated though. I couldn't go and see my Tiny Mighties today. Since I was born and have lived in Texas all my life, I haven't learned how to drive in snow and I wasn't about to attempt the mountain climbs required to get to the hospital. The last time it snowed, my husband had to skate our shiny pretty car down from the hospital and we prayed for green lights. Today, it snowed and snowed and snowed. It never stopped. I've never seen so much and I decided I'll just take today off.
In the nearly 5 weeks they've been in the NICU, I've only missed one other day because I had a funny stomach thing and wasn't sure if I was getting sick. Turned out, I was fine. Their immune systems are so immature, I didn't want to chance getting them sick.
It felt weird not having anywhere to go. I stayed in my jammies and started making some Christmas stockings for the boys. About the only way I can knit is with a loom and I've taken on a rather time consuming pattern. The yarn seemed to want to do nothing but tangle so most of my day was spent untangling yarn. I managed to get 15 rows of red and white stripes that will be the top of the stocking. One will be red, the other white, or so I plan. I'm really bad about starting these projects and not finishing them.
I placed multiple calls to the NICU to check up on the Tiny Mighties and they're doing their thing--soaring above all obstacles.
Cameron decided he was through with High Flow oxygen and is now on nasal cannula. After nasal cannula, he's free from needing oxygen. Due to the altitude where we live, they'll both likely go home on oxygen using this nasal cannula.
The nurse said if he keeps it in place, he does fine. He's been managing to move around enough to knock it off his face. They're working out a way to make it stay put.
But wow! He was born at 25 weeks and has beaten a baby born at 28 weeks to the nasal cannula. I'm telling you, these boys are a force of nature!
Wyatt decided he was through with the NIPPV and has gone down to CPAP. Then he decided to wean down to the point they're already talking about moving him to High Flow. It'll be a couple of days most likely. His nose looks great, no redness noted and the nurse has been placing a protective tape over his nose just to make sure what happened to Cameron doesn't happen to him. It's clear so they can see his skin though it. He can cry but since he's been on a ventilator for so long, his vocal cords are a little swollen. Apparently he's not as loud as Cameron is, but it sounds like he'll get there soon enough. I can't wait to hear his voice. Neither of us have ever heard him cry.
When he was born, I remember them saying he was crying but I couldn't hear him.
So yeah. They're kicking butt in the NICU like the super heroes they are!
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