The nurses let Bret and I have a little extra time out yesterday too. He kinda wanted to see the
operating room... I hesitated at first thinking it might freak me out a bit, but agreed to stop by there. Our nurse hooked us up with scrubs and the appropriate gear to visit and we were on our way. It was pretty much what I expected to see bright lights and lots and lots of technical things and machines everywhere. They showed us where the babies would be transported immediately and explained how Bret would have to go back and forth between the two rooms to visit and take pics of all of the babies as they were being evaluated. Bret told me to just think about how the next time we're in that room our lives are going to change forever.... he's right... it kinda takes your breath away to think about and picture.
After our short visit to the O.R. we headed down to the N.I.C.U. to take another little tour and see the babies who were there. On our way we stopped at the nursery window to peek and there was a little new baby to admire, cute as can be. I think he (or she) might have been Hispanic or foreign... tan skin and dark dark thick hair, whatever his background he looked nothing like Bret or myself. As we stood staring in awe a group of people past behind us saying "Oh congratulations ya'll... aww....so sweet" (remember Bret and I were wearing scrubs at the time). After a second of confusion we explained our situation and that we were just trying to keep ours baking for a while longer and the nice people went on their way. We went back to looking at the baby in the window and here comes some more people, again seeing us in scrubs, "Congrats guys!". Bret and I laughed and rather than going through the explanation again and seeing more jaws drop to the floor we simply looked at each other, looked back at them and replied "Thhhannksss!!!". It was so funny :)
We finally made it down to the N.I.C.U. As Bret wheeled me in, the nurses all greeted us with smiles and said they were waiting for us and the babies... not wanting to see them just yet, of course, but anxiously waiting for their arrival. One nurse went behind the counter and pulled out 4 good sized note cards on which they had already preciously doodled each babies' name to go on their beds. It was so sweet, I started crying. It made being in there that much more real. I asked how they already knew their names, they said they had been following the blog. How they found out about it, I'm not sure, but it's pretty cool when the people who are going to help the babies through some of their toughest days are already taking the time to get to somewhat know them! We also got to see a little 2lb baby boy who was born at 28 weeks, although he was itty bitty he seemed too big to be in my tummy along with 3 others his size, just confirms how awesome God is and how amazingly designed our bodies are. Thanks again nurses for being so kind and already supportive!
Here are just a couple of pictures from the past few days. I apologize for not posting today's sono pics. I wish I could because we got some good ones today, but we don't have a scanner here, so it will be a few days before I can get them to someone who can scan them in for us.
Friends from High School: Tisha, Nikki, Myself, and Jamie.
Enjoying some Wendy's Sunday afternoon.