Bonus Time

Tomorrow it will be 8 weeks. I talked with the case manger about a medical transport home but since it is not a medical necessity it is a financial unreality. However, we are coming off of a string of visitors, with my mom and Lisette and Sean visiting over the last two weeks and Sandy coming over today. We are revitalized immediately by their presence but I have to admit I feel deflated as they leave. The energy they provide, though, has been sustaining overall. Also, as much as I want to be home, moving the babies from one hospital to another does not exactly make me feel comfortable. Additionally, we do really feel cared for by the hospital staff here and the babies get stronger everyday. Last night was bath night and the nurse, who took care of the babies week one, hugged me after we were finished. We have an 8-week history together that holds fast with posttraumatic stress glue. The doctors and nurses have different predictions for our release date. I chose to side with the more optimistic predictions of 4 to 6 weeks. When I get anxious about the time I am missing with the babies while they are in the hospital I remind myself that I should not have met them until maybe this week. So, the time we spend together now is just a bonus.