But I got to see my little sister who is only 15 weeks pregnant and already popping a stomach - glad it's not me this time (except she'll still probably weigh less than me once she's full term, which is marginally depressing, and only made better by the fact that I am just fat and THANK HEAVENS not pregnant.)
And I got to make a bouquet out of multicolored water balloons and bendy straws for my step-sister's 16th birthday.
I also got to be on the freeway for the first snowstorm of the season - and you know how much fun that always is. I'm glad that the city I live in is probably the most mild-climated in the entire state, which means that we don't have snow here. Just rain. And worms on the sidewalk.
And on friday I got to hang out with the parents of these little angels:
Although they closed the NICU to visitors (other than parents and grandparents) because of the swine flu so I didn't actually get to see the babies. (But as a parent to little kids I'm sure just my clothes alone are infested with large hordes of bacteria and maybe even some fungi, so it's probably better that I stayed away.)
And on friday, when I was around, they were goth having a good day. Which just goes to show you how fast things can change in a NICU, because little Sofia was taken by ambulance to Primary Children's Hospital today to take care of some Hydrocephalus and a stage IV bleed on the left side of her brain. (For non-medical people, that's not good.)
So now the babies are in separate hospitals, in different towns. And my brother-in-law is still trying to keep his job in Logan. Pretty crappy stuff. I'm just glad his wife has family that can take turns spending time with her. Especially now that the babies are separated.
Well, this post is ending up as a downer. Sorry. But keep those babies in your prayers and if you are able to donate and haven't yet, they could use it more than ever.