April 2010. The boys are finally home from the hospital. Jordan is off work for the month and Rio is with us full time, having stopped daycare when the boys were born.
We all have things to learn about this new life as a family of five. When we aren't busy staring at our babies in amazement that we are finally all together, we get into a routine. Life with infant twins is a breeze compared to what we have all been through. We embrace the sleeplessness, non-stop feeding, and overall havoc that newborn babies bring. Instead of feeling frazzled, we feel at peace.
A constant stream of friends and family visit, desperate to meet the little miracles they have only seen in photos for almost half a year. We are surrounded by love, but most people understand their visits should be short and sweet. They have the rest of their lives to get to know the boys, and they know it is more important that we get to know our children better.
The boys smile and fuss just like any 2 month old (corrected) babies. Aside from the wedge they sleep on, the medication, and the scars all over their hands, feet, and temples, one would never know by looking at them what they've survived over the past five months. They're chubby and they're thriving. We're all thriving.
If I could stop time, I would rewind to April 2010 and press pause. I would appreciate it even more than I did at the time. I wouldn't let the looming worry of Asher's brain injury put a damper on how special those first few weeks together really were. We didn't realize it then, but that month was a brief time of simplicity in a life that was previously very complicated and would soon become very complicated again. Prematurity and the NICU were in the past; therapy, missed milestones, and CP were all still in the future.
But you can't time travel and stop the clock, so instead let's do the next best thing and take a look at that beautiful time I speak of, shall we?
Thanks Ellen, for this week's prompt. I try not to dwell in the past, but this was a pretty great time to revisit.