One of the more common questions that we get from folks is when are the boys coming home. First, we just want to say thank you, it means a lot to us that people reach out and care about how our boys are doing. We usually share the fact that their original birth date, Dec 4, is the best estimate. All things considered, they are tracking a bit behind their gestational age, though nothing that has alarmed the doctors. But to be honest, we don’t know, and it could easily be Day X for one boy and Day Y for the other. It’s a tough reality to deal with, especially for relatively Type A personalities like ourselves who are used to schedules and metrics and results orientation (Intel shoutout). We watch the boys each day, and some days are good and other days are setbacks. And sometimes it’s good for Jameson and not for Henry, or vice versa. And we’ve read so/too much that we have expectations for what they should do at week 37 when maybe their internal clock says I’m not ready to do that until week 38. It’s an easy situation to get stressed or cynical, because even the doctors and staff can’t answer the biggest question on our mind each day: when can we bring them home?
You feel out of control and that your kids are in complete control of their development. I’ve heard from fellow parents that is sometimes a feeling you have to get used over the years :) Just happening a little bit earlier or in a more exaggerated manner for us. Fingers crossed, it’s sooner rather than later.
We also wanted to say thank you to our friend, Kathleen, who has been extremely generous with her time in driving Raechel to the hospital those mornings when I have to work. Countless thank you’s. It eases Raechel’s burden/energy of driving the ~2 hours a day roundtrip and lets us spend our return drive home together, which is great for our relationship and just shared decompress time post-NICU.
Some quick stats for those who are interested: the boys are 6 ¾ and 6 ¼ lbs. Jameson is doing better on his bottle/breast feedings, probably 2/3 of the way there as he’s been pretty good at doing a bottle feeding every other time and getting most/all of it down. Henry is having a harder time with mastering the suck/swallow/breathe coordination (accompanied by the occasional grunt/poop) and has had a couple Bradys over the past two days during his bottle-feedings. It’s a tough thing to master given the variables, one of which is us :) The speech pathologist has printed out recommended instructions on body positions and procedures, but we’re still trying to find that groove where it all goes smoothly. But so far as we know, that’s the last main hurdle. Might take days, or weeks, or maybe a month if that’s what they decide. But regardless of when, there probably won’t be two happier parents on the planet when we’re able to bring them into our home the first time. Can’t wait to share that update
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Jameson (left) and Henry (right) |
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Dad with Henry (left) and Jameson (right) |
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Henry, looking suspicious of David's storytelling |
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Mom and her growing boys |