Still too exhausted to eat.
One more day of antibiotics.
Still has a cough, but doesn't seem to be rattling.
Ellery told me "Mom your parts are huge!"
Brim jumped on my incision.
I went into a store and a gas station for the first time in almost 2 months.
I played barbies with el and pip, we made elaborate kleenex clothing.
I read mother goose to emmy, his favorite book, I think he is having withdrawals from the 10 times a day we did on bedrest.
Emmett has taken to calling me grandma. I am trying not to get emotional about it.
Callista learned to float on her back in swimming lessons, which I got to walk over and see.
I am almost weaned off of motrin now, I am healing so quickly and well.
Emmett can ride the zipline its entire length.
I walked into the NICU today, and at the security rotunda a nurse was on the phone: "Get the parents back quickly to the bedside, their baby is crashing." Immediately I was overcome with emotion. I walked in and it seemed every nurse and doctor were surrounding this little gift from God. The mother was wheeled in, in her gown, pushed by her husband. I can't describe the look. I had to look away. I heard them draw the curtains. A few minutes later my nurse came in. She tried to brush the tears away before I could see them. When I left the baby wasn't there anymore. I don't know what happened. But I am counting my blessings, offering selfish prayers of thanks that the phone call wasn't for me, and you can bet I held Berkeley a little tighter and gave her peaceful little head a whole lot of kisses.
Every time my phone rings my heart skips a few beats.