I made a good friend during my stay in the NICU. Her name is Catie. The first few days after my babies were born, I was an emotional wreck and my mom and I went to a "Good Beginnings" meeting which is a support group for parents of the NICU. The only person in that meeting that day was a woman with awesome kinky curly hair and a great british accent. She looked very tired and very stoic. She seemed as though she was in shock. I on the other hand couldn't control my emotions. My hormones were bouncing off the wall and I had no control over where and when I would cry. This felt like a good place to share, so I let it out. I just cried and shared how overwhelmed I was. I talked about how I was scared that I could lose my babies, that they were shocking to look at and that I just didn't know how to handle it. That was when I learned I wasn't alone. Catie had just given birth to boy and girl twins as well and they were 2 weeks early than mine. To make a long story short, we became friends. We would email each other, see each other in the pump room and were always a support to each other. We vented to each other, laughed with each other and it felt good to find a friend that understood.
I always told her and her husband that my goal was to see them on the outside. We would all get together when our babies were strong, healthy and thriving. I held on to that thought every day. It's been 8 months since we met and today we did meet up on the outside. We brought our families to a park by my house and had a picnic. It was wonderful. Her babies are adorable! I saw them when they were less than 2 lbs and Malik had been through 4 surgeries! Now he's strong and healthy. Kamali is just a little beauty with this adorable little mohawk. She's crawling now.I knew this day would come. It's amazing how you can be so grateful for a simple picnic in the park with new friends that feel like good old friends.
The mom of twins that were born at 2lbs and 3lbs shares her story and day to day thoughts about raising twins that got an early start to life.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Disconnected = Connected
We have a serious addiction to computers, pdas and anything else that has a screen. I decided since it was a 3 day weekend we needed to get out of the house and be in nature. We took the babies to Griffith Park for a family picnic. Of course, my plan backfired as we were swarmed by bees. My husband took a sip of his drink which had a bee in it and got stung on his tongue. So much for our outdoor adventure. But the one thing I can admit is that the more we disconnect, the more connected we are. I think I'll make it a standing rule in our house that we have to disconnect as often as we can. That being said, this will be a short entry as I'm going to disconnect for a bit and reconnect with my hubby. Good night!
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