Life in the NICU: Day 28


The boys are 4 weeks old today. It's still surreal. Every day, I visit the hospital and take care of these 3 little beautiful people. I can't believe I delivered them almost a month ago.

It's still getting harder to leave them all the time. Hearing them cry when they get their heels pricked or their temperatures taken immediately sends me into hysterics. I've cried more in the last 4 weeks than I have in 10 years.

I don't feel as powerless as I did in the beginning. I was always tiptoeing around the nurses, afraid to do the wrong thing. I'm more confident...I'm not afraid to say that I want them to wear mitts on their hands when I'm worried about them pulling on their feeding tubes or an extra onesie when I it seems cold. It sounds ridiculous now.