Thursday, January 5, 2012

Off to Lebonheur

We just got word that LeBonheur Children's Hospital wants Penelope down there (downtown Memphis) tonight for monitoring. Because she is on the medicine (prostaglandins) to keep her ductus valve open, they want to have her there in case there is some complication with the medicine or if she needs to be taken into surgery immediately.  Although we understand the reasoning, and are grateful that she'll be in the best care, it saddens us to think of our twin girls being separated for a time.  It will also make it much more difficult for us to spend the time we want to with both of them.  Please pray for safety for her transport (by ambulance), wisdom for the doctors, and peace for our hearts.

Here's her precious face



Hindsight

While preparing these posts for printing Im reminded of so many funny things that I want to remember but I just didn't have the energy to post about them at the time. I will be trying to add them in as I go so that we can always remember more than just the facts about what happened.

While we were in the hospital before the girls came there was a LOT of uncertainty. We're they going to survive, would there be major complications that we hadnt seen? Would I really be such a terrible patient? Seriously, on the day e csection was scheduled I was not allowed to eat past midnight. Now, anybody who knows me knows that, a, I like to eat and b, I get grumpy when I get hungry. So with a 4pm scheduled section, I was an unhappy camper. The day your children are going to be born should be an exciting time filled with joy and anticipation. Mostly I felt hungry and scared to death. My nurse that day did an excellent job, but I still don't like her to this day because she would even give me ice!!! Then, to add insult to injury, my sweet wonderful supportive family who were all there, all ate a big ole tray of chickfila chicken nuggets right in front of me! It's one of those things that I should have said something then but I would rather complain about it for the rest of my life. It's more fun that way.

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