Evidently the last post touched a nerve with some people, so let me set the record straight. We're all fine. Venting over a rough night with two needy babies in no way means we don't love them to death, or want them. Although so many of you who are parents have expressed understanding and empathy over how difficult those long nights can be, I think it's worth saying to the rest that having newborn twins at home is a challenge that few have faced. I might add the cliched but true "until you've walked a mile in someone else's shoes...." Enough said.
As of today we've been home, the four of us, for two weeks. It's already hard to remember a time when the babies weren't here. They had kind of a big week. Saoirse had to get her leg recasted, unfortunately the foot was turning in again. At her appointment with Dr. Brown (her orthopedist) this week, she was very good, even though the air conditioning was out and it was about 90 degrees in there, and we didn't get seen until an hour late. Both of the girls went on their first outing to the lake, which they seemed to enjoy. They did really well on the car ride, too. They got some visitors, which they always like. More people to hold them, which is their favorite way to sleep. And they got weighed on Monday. Rowan weighed in at 5 lbs, 11 oz. Saoirse weighed 5 lbs, 15.5 oz with her cast, which means they're probably about the same size. Getting big...:) They'll be grown out of their preemie stuff soon, which makes Chris and I a little sad, even though it's a triumph. Before you know it, they'll be off to college. (University of Michigan, of course...)