Lucky

Just when we get caught up in feeling frustrated about how the boys are never coming home and how long we have been doing this, I seem to have an epiphany and realize how truly lucky we are. Yes, the boys are still in hospital and have to progress a fair bit before they come home, but wow, have they come far. As I sat holding two babies with a combined weight of 17 lbs, I couldn't help but think about how much my arms ached as compared to holding 2 lb babies whose arms and legs were so thin and without muscle tone that I could barely feel them lying against my skin. Today they were writhing and squirming and snorting and cooing and making their presence very known. When I switched positions and suddenly Nolan was able to see Asher on my shoulder the look on his face was priceless. His eyes got huge for a second, then suddenly he became very, very serious. It was as if he was looking at Asher and saying "Who the hell are you and why am I sharing my mom with you?".

So while the road is still long and bumpy no doubt,  I look at these two beautiful, chubby little faces, and I can't help but be thankful for the progress we've made.