After the first week, Bryan and I believed we operated on adrenaline to get us through the sleepless nights with the girls first days home. Week two is a different story. After going days on end without much sleep, we hit a wall this week. We are blessed to have our family on a rotating schedule to assist at all hours of the day and night with feedings and fussy restless babies. Don’t get me wrong…I would never trade a sleepless night for a day back in the NICU. But, as I may have stated before, this is the hardest job we have ever had. We hear it gets easier 🙂
Week two brought a lot of crankiness from not only the girls adjusting at home, but Bryan and I adjusting to having them home. Lack of sleep and just the anxiety of learning their coo’s versus cries, how long it takes to feed each one of them, wondering why they want to party at midnight until about 4am some nights etc. Bryan likes to say they “get on their brooms” or they are like “mogueys from the Gremlins movie. Can’t feed them after midnight or get them wet because they turn into Gremlins.”
The majorly cranky was Bryan and I. I have to admit I found myself crying in the kitchen in the middle of the night at times because I was so tired and selfishly not seeing past how hard this job was becoming. When the sun came up and the girls awake its like a new day and we start again. We adjust and learn something new about them, their smiles, gestures, personailities and the night before almost seems like it did not occur. They are wonderful little girls. We were chosen for this and we have to remind ourselves that He had it planned all along.
Through the non-existent sleep, blessed help from grandparents, aunts and uncles, wonderful food from friends, Bryan and I are learning this path together and reminding ourselves through the frustration of this moment that we are very lucky. We went out for some alone time this past weekend. Unfortunately, it was to a young man’s memorial service that Bryan knew from the oil and gas industry. He was only 25 years old and sadly the service fell on his and his twin sister’s birthday. My heart wept for his parents. We met them for the first time and in the midst of their tradegy they asked about our girls. I was shocked but at their request I showed them a picture. His mother hugged me. That night was the first night I truly could not imagine losing one of my girls. No parent should have to do this and it seems lately we know too many of these. After the service, Bryan and I did enjoy a nice dinner out in Edmond. Of course, we did what most couples do..Talked about the girls 🙂
So, between sleepless nights, achey necks and backs of Bryan’s, another episode of cold sores and mastitis from me we are officially toast! But, like all parents we have found resilience in our little ones to keep truckin’ on because they are 100 percent worth it.
This week they will be considered officially “Term” babies. We have seen our pediatrician three times now and she is utterly amazed at their progress over the past two weeks.
And never last is Emily who is 5’6 and 18 inches which is up from a shocking 2’11 at birth and 15 inches long! They are truly amazing babies. I am not just biased but we hear from doctors all the time we should be so happy about how the Coy girls surpassed all expectations by a landslide. And…we are!
Today, they had their two month well baby checks which meant shots…lots of shots. They took them like warriors, but Mommy cried. Daddy was good at soothing and held their little hands. Bryan says they are “tougher than boot leather” and he is right.
Enjoy these pics! We love seeing their interaction with each other recently. They were apart for six weeks, so they are playing catch up!
Please continue to pray for these girls and our health and future challenges ahead as well as their caregivers.
Stephanie, Bryan, Avery, Emily and Camdyn