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a weekend away

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It was nice to get away. Although weekends like that should last about 3 months instead of 3 days.

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.

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Barbaloot said…
I'm so sorry to hear that the babies are separated! I hope they can improve and that the family makes it out of this okay.
5.10.09
Jaron and Michelle said…
Thank you I apperciate your nice words about me! But you are wrong I'm 17 weeks. Not much better than 15 but it makes a little difference with my popping stomach.
I hope Primary Childrens can help Sophia!!
6.10.09
in time out said…
So, I came across your blog today from Barbaloot....my prayers go out to the family, sweet little babies, and particularly that the doctors can do everything possible to take care of them. My sister had twins three years ago, she brought the babies home after 9 weeks on Thanksgiving day. It was really a hard time, so my heart is weeping for you all. The day after the girls came home we almost lost my sister to a bleed....she had surgery and was down another 6 weeks...with babies home on monitors. I remember being deliriously tired helping her...but we pulled it off. The girls are well today. I will pray you have all the blessings you need to get through this period of time.
20.11.09
Cynthia said…
I was looking for an update on the twins. Sorry about the brain bleed. That is most definately NOT good. I hope Sofia is doing better.

I had micro-preemie boy/girl twins too. Logan was 2 lbs. 10 oz. and Bethany was 1 lb. 15 oz. The NICU is a scary place but please let them know there is great hope for a normal life for these little ones. Despite the early problems (and we had some scares too), my twins are now 9 and healthy- with asthma being the only long-term complication.

I am praying for the same outcome for them. There is every reason to hope and believe the babies will go on to have excellent lives. What beautiful little fighters! I'm so sorry for all the strain they are going through. Those NICU months were the hardest of our lives and I'm sure it's the same for them.
29.11.09
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