And we're all home....
Roughly 42 days in the NICU for Meorah and 56 for Tzelia. 70 days of bed rest for me.
The girls are 38 weeks now. They were born at 2 lbs 14 oz (T) and 3 lbs 1 oz (M). They are now 5 lbs 6 oz (T) and 5 lbs 8 oz (M). The first night wasn't bad, actually. We kept up with our regular routine: Jason managed to feed both simultaneously (rock on) while I pumped. They are still on an every-three-hour schedule, and we just wake the second one when the first wakes up. It is generally recommended to feed on demand...but for twins, that would mean eating all day. No way. So we go against advice and 'wake the sleeping baby' to feed them both at the same time. So far so good.
Unrelated: we had some horrible family news today. Jason's cousin's husband passed away yesterday. Rich was young...mid thirties, I believe. He was playing basketball on his own and just collapsed. When they tried to revive him, they were unsuccessful. No idea what happened: an autopsy will show.
Shocking. Absolutely horrible. His wife, Shana, has two children roughly the same age as my own. She is around my age. I don't believe she works and has been a stay at home mom. My heart just breaks for her and for Rich's parents.
They live in CA, and I told Jason he had to go to the funeral. We are missing some family events this year, namely a Bar Mitzvah that is coming in a few months. But you don't skip a funeral. You just don't. He said he couldn't go and leave me alone with three kids, but really there is no option. The funeral is probably on Thursday, although we will find out for sure shortly.
I can deal with a night without sleep while he's gone. Shana has to deal with the rest of her life without her husband, and her children without their father. I can go sleepless for 24 hours. That's nothing.