Tonight marks our last night in the hospital. It is a bitter sweet feeling...Happy to be leaving the hospital...sad to be leaving the momos...
Life has truly changed these last few days. In a matter of 30 minutes, I went from a wife to a wife and a mother. It is an amazing feeling that I am still not over. I LOVE going to see the momos in the NICU during the day and sometimes in the wee hours of the night. This will be what I miss the most about being here...knowing they are right up the hall from me even if it is 4am, I can just go peek in on them.
I have yet to hear our babies cry because of the tubes they have, and a few months from now when they are home with us, I will probably be wishing for these silent moments, but right now I need that little cry from them.
The Momos are doing very well in the NICU they are growing and changing each day. Everett and I have been able to take their temperatures and change their diapers. At first it was very scary because they are so fragile, but now I look forward to those moments, just to have skin to skin contact with them. Daddy did a great job today changing Lily, she was a little fussy, but then she realized it was her Dad and calmed down. It was very sweet...I will post pictures as soon as a find the camera cord!
PUMPING....
Pressure
Unlimited supply
Milk me like a cow
Pain
Increased bra size!
Nutrition
Growth
...So those of you who know me know that I am ANTI breast feeding...I know, I know shake your head and judge me all you want! It took having these sweet Preemie babies to get me to pump, knowing this would give them the best chances at growing and getting healthy.
I will not lie...this is really hard...it is very demanding. The lactation nurse told me that I wouldn't have milk till the end of this week, maybe a few drops...well boy was she WRONG! I have pumped enough milk for the momos to eat for a month! --right now they are only eating about a tablespoon per feeding! hee hee! But still I am flowing like a river!
Before I log off to go to sleep...oops...I mean go pump then pretend to sleep for 3 hours then wake up and pump again...(Ahhh the Joys of Motherhood)...Let me highlight a few of my favorite moments here....
*Starting this blog and the wonderful comments, I read them all at least 3 times! Keep them coming!
*The love and support from my husband...being here each and everyday for us.
*Visitors galore!!! Each and everyone of you made each day go by faster. My surprise visitors (Kameela, Porsche & Marg)...what a treat...your support speaks volumes...thank you.
*Nana's dinners, cakes and Pies
*The birth of the Momos 11/10/08...
-The Momo Momma
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"Pumping aint easy." lol Actually, I prefer pumping over breastfeeding but my milk supply didn't come in. We talked about this before. It was really difficult for me and I fell off.
I attempted at the hospital but my little lady was in the Special Care Nursery for her entire stay. So I would go visit her and pretend to breastfeed. That worked there, but when we finally brought her home. All heck broke lose!! I will definitely breastfeed the second time around.
That is great that your milk supply is in. And you have the hospital grade pump. I didn't at first. That hospital grade pump is suppose to stimulate like a real baby. That helps out a lot. Keep pumping because like you said it's free!! And it is the best milk for the little ladies.
You have some time on your side. So whenever you're free pump til you can't anymore. Your refrigerator and deep freezer will be supplied with milk for the girls.
Isn't it a different feeling being a mom. Straight euphoria!! A true blessing from GOD. All of my good days, outweigh my bad days. Hey...I'm human:-D
Well I will let you go for now. I hope that you are getting some rest. The little ladies will be screaming daddy before you know it. I'm not sure why they don't call mommy until they're like ten. lol But it is a scream that I welcome and love to hear everytime it's uttered.
I can't wait to finally meet the little ladies. They are too cute!!
Continue to be blessed!
My darling Lily:
I guess I should call you mama Lily now. I am glad to hear you are doing well enough to go home, even if (as you say) it’s a mixed blessing.
I’ve had four C-Sections and no matter what anyone says, full recovery is slow. One of the things that helped take the pressure of my stitches, was to put a sanitary towel over them and then put on my underwear. Of course then sanitary towels were more padded than now, but it certainly helped me.
I must say I enjoyed breast-feeding, I really liked the bond it created. Jordan was a preemie, they worried about her weight, and look at her now. She is almost 5/11 and more shapely every day.
I can't remember who it was that said "When you become a mother, your life is never your own again" thus the change has started for you.
I am looking forward to this weekend, I need rest and relaxation badly. I have two good books to read (something that will take a back seat for you now). Although I have to say, I didn't read as much when my girls were little, but I did read any chance I got. On the toilet, in the bath, and I read them to sleep.
My friend bought me Barack Obama audio version of The Audacity of Hope...listening to him on my iPod is inspiring. He fills me with possibilities. I now have three reasons to open my champagne this weekend, Lily, Mackie and Barack.
I wish you a peaceful weekend, sleeping in your own bed is good medicine, and it won't be long before you can curl up in bed with a baby on each side...now that I remember was bliss. That wonderful smell of baby, and milk as they drift off to sleep...priceless!
Much love to you, Ev and the girls.
your lovely aunt Jen
You are right. Pumpin ain't easy. I did it for 6 months with my twins and it was a LONG 6 months......but worth it.
I'm so glad to hear that the girls are doing so well....
Hope you get some really great sleep in between pumping.....:)
I SO understand what you mean. Though I was pro breastfeeding, I did not expect to be pumping for so long, and everyone tells me to enjoy the time alone to recover and relax until our little girls come home... Yeah right, waking up a few times in the middle of the night to attach "milkers" (as I call them, I grew up on a dairy farm and feel like a cow) I somehow would much prefer a couple little crying babies over the sound of the machine.
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