A Moment I Will Never Forget

Wow. Twins. What an overwhelming experience this has been thus far.

With my Babes

With my Babes

Zuri and Varah are two weeks old as of this past Friday, and they are just now showing signs of moving forward in this learning-to-eat process! Last night, Zuri drank an entire feeding thru her bottle, and today, Varah did the same thing!!!  Before, they were only allowed two feedings thru breastfeeding or bottle, and the rest via the feeding tube, but now, they get three attempts a day!

They are making small strides… literally baby steps. All we are currently waiting on is for them to learn to eat. They kicked ass when it came to getting off the ventilator or getting their IV’s removed and all those other things, but the eating, {which I really thought they would take off once given the opportunity} it’s been a different path. But they have always moved forward. Never backward yet. And we couldn’t be more proud of those fighting little preemies.

Daddy with Varah

Daddy with Varah

But on a happier note, last Sunday was the twins first time together since birth. It was a moment I’ll never forget.

Together At Last

Together At Last

The nurse had asked us if we had gotten to hold them together at all, and I calmly explained no, but we hadn’t asked either because we assumed it was a ‘no, no’ at this point still. And she said, well, I don’t see why not. Let’s do it if you two are okay with it.

Do you have to ask? That’s like asking me if I would like in on that pitcher of margaritas? Hell yes I’m okay with it!!

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

I was already holding Zuri, so the lovely lady brought Varah over and laid her onto my chest next to Zuri, and the next thing we saw was Varah’s arm slowly drape over Zuri and rest there. All three of us adults ‘ooooo’d and awwww’d’ at the same time, and I fought the tears back.

First time together since birth

First time together since birth

{Which was really dumb. I am an emotional mother of fresh twins, who is currently staying in NICU. Damn it, if I want to cry, I should be able to. Not that the nurses have anything against that, or my husband at that matter, but for a long time, I felt like I was supposed to hold it together.}

We instantly got the camera and phones out to take pictures of this moment. As it won’t be long before they are stealing each other’s toys and then clothes.  I immediately sent the pictures to friends and family, and then thought, What the hell am I doing?

I should be savoring this moment for as long as I can. Not focusing on the damn phone or dealing with other people. Yes, it was a proud moment and I couldn’t wait to share it with everyone on this planet, but I decided it was going to wait. I wanted to watch my girls and love on them.

Crossing Arms

 

My Precious Babes

My Precious Babes

I promise Varah is not that small in comparison to her sister. She was looking down so you can only see the top part of her head, where Zuri was looking towards Varah, so her head looks bigger. It’s just the angle.

It wasn’t long before Varah started rubbing Zuri’s ear, then her hand moved down Zuri’s arm and was soon holding hands. There have been moments that I have to pinch myself to believe these two miracles have entered our lives, and this was one of those. The fact that God blessed me to be their mother just amazes me… although they may not think so in a couple years. Tough.

Holding Hands

Holding Hands

 

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