87 Days

The Missus is home, finally, after spending 87 days in the hospital. She is, as you can imagine, very happy to be home, resting on her own sofa, showering in her own bathroom, and eating in her own kitchen. And, of course, she can give me things to do in person, instead of writing lists to give me to take home.

The children continue to do well. They've actually suggested that we move the twins to Fair Oaks Hospital. This is a good sign, since the doctor says they wouldn't move them if they forsaw any problems. Fair Oaks is closer to our house, so we'd be able to spend that much more time with them. We've talked to another mom who had moved her twins there and was very happy.

Feel free to skip the next paragraph if you don't want to hear about breasts.

The Missus attempted to breastfeed for the first time, and, although she's not producing a lot yet, the boy did a great job of latching on. The girl, smaller than her brother, had a more difficult time, but the lactation nurse said she would catch on quickly.

Both kids are champion eaters. I got to feed Tessa again today and she sucked down the formula in no time. I'm finding myself very attached and have already started shopping for the pony I'm going to buy her. Adam's going to get a set of golf clubs. (Or maybe vice-versa.)