Today was a very special day at the NICU. Of course it was the babies’ four week birthday, which was special. Even better….they all united for the first time since birth. There have been the occasional jailbreaks with one baby, but we’ve never been able to unite them due to oxygen tanks. However, today Sydney and Mason both came off oxygen. YAY!
Anyways, while I was feeding Mason our darling primary nurse, Lisa, took Rylin for a jailbreak to see him. Mason and Rylin touched hands and had such a sweet moment together. We realized that everyone had gone on a jailbreak except Mason so we unhooked him to visit Harper. Well, then we had Rylin, Harper and Mason together. How could we have three together and not four? So…Sydney got loose too. We stuffed the four of them all in Harper’s crib and had a mini photo shoot.
It’s funny because many visitors that darken the doors of the quad suite tell me the babies look identical, but as Mom I see how different they are. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if I just see their uniqueness because I am Mom or if they truly look unique. Looking at pictures of them snuggled together I actually find it difficult to see similarities. Can you see their uniqueness or similarities?
Mason and Harper having brother time!
Rylin came to crash the party.
And then there were four! Rylin, Harper, Sydney and Mason all together for the first time since birth.
I just have to kiss their sweet heads.
The babies and I with Aunt CiCi.
You have to be tiny like this to pull off wearing a strawberry or monkey on your butt.
Today the babies are three weeks old so we have officially logged three weeks of NICU time. Our NICU is fantastic, but no matter how great the NICU is, the reality is that we still have four babies in the NICU. I am finding that being in the NICU is a bit taxing and I just want the babies to be big enough for home. (Obviously, I would be terrified to take them home right now as they are). I just have to keep in mind that just like bed rest, this will be a short time in the scheme of it all.
Since the babies are 33 weeks gestational age we started introducing bottles during feeding time. Up to this point, all of the babies have been fed via a tube every three hours. Before they are fed, “cares” are completed. This involves checking their body temperature, changing their diaper, moving their pulse ox to the other food, and oral care (swabbing their lips and mouth with a sponge dipped in peppermint water). If they cue (look alert, root, suck on a pacifier) during or right after cares, they are given a bottle to try. At this point, we don’t expect them to take the full bottle, but we want them to suck on it a few times and/ or at least hold the nipple in their mouth. While most people expect that eating is instinctual, it is not for preemies. They simply do not have the suck-swall0w-breath movements coordinated just yet. We closely monitor them while feeding to make sure they take a breath and don’t end up with a mouthful of milk they can’t swallow.
Early in our stay, nurses warned me that feeding was the most difficult part of the NICU and boy they were right! It is a slow and painful process. For the most part, Harper and Sydney do not cue (yet). They have few times, but not much. Mason has a few times, but Rylin has started to on a more consistent basis. When they have cued, Sydney, Harper and Mason have taken about 2-5 milliliters at a time. Rylin is figuring this out a little better and has taken up to 30 milliliters! That princess wants to learn how to eat. Whatever the babies don’t take in, goes into their gavage bag and they are tube fed the rest. Bottle feeding is literally exhausting to preemies so Harper, Sydney, and Mason have all gone on oxygen to help them a bit. I hated to see that tiny backslide, but really it is normal and not a huge deal. Nurses have told me that in the next few weeks it may click more for them. Let’s hope that is the case. In the meantime, I need prayers for patience and grace. I have to keep in mind that given their gestational age, the babies are really doing great.
Here are some pictures of events from the past week:
Harper jail broke to visit his siblings and got a little cuddle with Sydney. So sweet!
George figured out how to use the Boppy pillow to feed Rylin. She took the most from him on the first day.
Sydney and I gave bottle feeding a try. She took 3 ml that time. She may be tiny, but she tries just as hard as her brothers.
George got a chance to feed Mason too. Notice we have a different Boppy for him? We actually have FOUR Boppy pillows 🙂
The nurses are so cute and love to dress the babies to match their sheets and sometimes each other. One day I found Rylin and Sydney dressed in matching pajamas. Notice how Rylin fills them out, but Sydney pulled her right arm and leg in and curled up since she had extra space.
Harper was the first to go on oxygen and soon after Sydney decided she wanted a puff too. Then, my breathing champ, Mason felt left out and also got some oxygen. At least they didn’t need to go back on CPAP. Oxygen is just delivered via a nasal cannula so we can still see their cute little faces.
Some of you may have gotten a sneak peak of this post. I accidentally uploaded the pictures and published before I added my pithy commentary. Stupid ipad! I tried to delete the post before anyone could see it, but I think it was leaked.
Anyways, just like any postpartum mother, I’ve gotten a range of commentary from the public. Here are some of the top conversations I’ve had since delivery:
;
Conversation with a hospital food court chef:
Chef points at my stomach as he says, “What happened?” (as if I am gushing blood from my abdomen)
Me: “Um….quadruplets.”
Chef: “What?” as he looks puzzled
Me: “I had quadruplets last week. They are all in the NICU here.”
Chef: “That’s four babies?”
Me: “Yes, FOUR babies.”
Chef: “Wow.” (then launches into the usual quadruplet questions. See the FAQs page for the usuals)
;
Conversation at Motherhood Maternity:
Salesgirl: “Can I help you?”
Me: “Yes, I need a postpartum support belt.”
Salesgirl: “Sure, they are right over here.”
(She examines the rack for a bit)
“What kind of belt do you want?”
Me: “The postpartum one.”
Salesgirl: points at the maternity belt “Are you sure you don’t need this one?”
Me: no words for a bit “No, I want the postpartum one.”
Salesgirl: “Not the maternity one????” (puzzled look)
My Mom: “She had quadruplets six days ago. She needs a postpartum support belt.”
Salesgirl: “OH! Quadruplets? That’s four babies, right?”
Me: “Yes, four babies.”
Salesgirl: “Oh, well you look great for having four babies.” (If I didn’t have four, I guess I look pretty bad…)
She then launches into the usual quadruplet questions.
;
Conversation with the dental hygienist:
Hygienist: “You look adorable!” (I have to admit, I am feeling pretty good at this point. I think the postpartum support belt is really working.)
Me: “Thanks!”
Hygienist: “When are you due?”
Me: “Actually, my quadruplets are two weeks old.”
Hygienist: “Oh wow! I’m sorry…..you look great for having quadruplets.” (Again, I guess I look good having quads, but bad otherwise?)
Me: “It’s okay.”
Hygienist: “With my one baby I gained 60 pounds and was wearing maternity clothes the first year.”
Me: “Wow…I think I gained 45 pounds.” (Seriously, if you gained 60 pounds what did you look like two weeks postpartum???)
Again, she launched into the barrage of quadruplet questions.
Honestly, I know that people have no filter and yes I am a little girl with a big belly. I’m not totally offended by their rude questions and I have to laugh about them. I do miss my old body though…I feel like I was hijacked and may never find my old self again. George and I decided it would be fun to take a picture of me in the outfit I wore the day before delivery. I seriously think I could be a Weight Watchers before and after picture. What do you think?
At the NICU, we are allowed to have our immediate family members on a list that allows them to visit when we are not there. This includes my parents (Grandpa and Nisey), my sister Courtney (Aunt CiCi), and my father in law (Grandad). They have all dutifully gotten their TDAP vaccine (tetanus and whooping-cough), which is necessary for handling preemies. Whooping cough can be carried as common cold in the general population, but be fatal to preemies so this vaccine is really important in protecting the babies. Since the babies were born, this bunch has also visited often and lovingly doted over the babies. At first, no one really wanted to get too close to the babies and all of us were unsure about what we could and could not do. Mom and Courtney started out gazing at the babies and gently touching them in their isolettes. The day we were allowed to hold the babies for the first time, Courtney was there to share the moment. She held Rylin for well over an hour and got a great snuggle. Shortly thereafter, Mom also held Rylin and then Harper. Courtney held Mason recently and is still making rounds to get everyone.
Nisey snuggle bugging Harper.
Nisey loving on Rylin.
The grandfathers were another story. They were so worried about the fragility of the babies they hardly got near the isolettes. My dad has been hysterical. He is so proud of the babies that he wears his “Proud Grandpa of Quadruplets” polo as often as possible and loves snapping pictures to share with his friends as he brags about their cuteness. When he decides to take a picture, he creeps up to the isolette, quickly snaps, and then backs away as quickly as possible. Dad is sort of known as a “bull in a china cabinet” as he tends to break things (he attributes this to his Carpel Tunnel Syndrome). However, I really wanted him to love on the babies, even if it was just touching them gently. Well, this week one of our sweet nurses, Amy, decided it was time for Grandpa to step up to the plate to hold someone. Dad was really uneasy, but agreed to hold Harper. We reminded him time and time again that none of the babies are hooked up to anything that sustains life. They merely have monitors to check oxygen, respiration, and heart rate. That’s it. Dad was a champ and held Harper for at least 45 minutes. Then of course Harper decided to be a stink and de sat (drop his blood oxygen level) so he had to go back to bed. I just hope this hasn’t scarred Dad. He needs more snuggle time.
Brave Grandpa finally holding Harper!
Aww, sweet Harper.
Well, a few days later, George’s dad came for a visit and we put the pressure on him. We let him know that everyone else was brave enough to hold a baby and he should too. I don’t know why but George decided that Grandad should hold Sydney (I would have chosen a bigger baby since he was already intimidated by their tiny sizes). Well, he did it for at least five minutes. He did great, but decided he had enough for one session. I think he will try again in the near future. Holding the babies is just too much fun.
This week was a big week not only for the babies, but for me too. Dr. Tabor released me to drive. Mind you, I had not driven since May 16th. While I was craving freedom, it was a bit intimating at the same time. Freedom to drive meant that I would not have to bum rides to and from the NICU and I could run errands if I wanted to. I know errands sound less than exciting, but I literally have not done so much as grocery shop since May. The automatic opening doors at Target have been beckoning for such a long time. Not only could I now drive myself to Target, but I would be able to walk freely about the asiles without a power cart. Oh sweet freedom!
Before driving solo, George and I did a test run the evening I was released. We decided I better stick with the Accord since it’s familiar and I’ve barely driven the van. I really haven’t even ridden in the Accord since May either. It felt awkward at first. When I started the car, it seemed really noisy. I inquired whether the engine was okay. George assured me it was. Then it seemed to accelerated slowly, but again George told me it was fine. After a while it began to feel “normal” again. Since Wednesday I’ve gotten back in the groove so you don’t have to worry about me running you off the road or anything.
But wait….I’m not totally free of my shackles just yet. I am now a slave to the Medela Symphony pump. Since delivery day, I have been tethered to that darn piece of equipment every three hours, at 12:00 am, 3:00 am, 6:00 am, 9:00 am, 12:00 pm, 3:00 pm, 6:00 pm, and 9:00 pm. To keep track I have an alarm set on my phone which I now loathe. The buzz of that thing takes me away from snuggles with my babies, a savory meal, a shower, you name it the Medela takes me away. That thing buzzes and I have to answer. If I happen to go out for a drive, I have to return to the loathesome pump before my three hours are over. After a nice little date with good old Medela, I have to wash everything only to begin again. The worst is the nighttime when I am trying to steal away a few minutes of sleep and buzz it goes. One night it sounded at midnight, but I apparently wasn’t jumping into action. George nudged me gently and said, “Babe, you need to go pump.” In a sleepy stupor, I retorted, “YOU PUMP!!!!” Oh goodness…I think I have a love/ hate relationship with my Medela Symphony. I do love that it is helping me nourish the babies, but I really do hate being at it’s mercy. Don’t get me wrong, I know that when the babies are home I won’t be getting much if any sleep and obviously I won’t be getting out to Target either. I’m not totally disillusioned (probably a tad disillusioned though). It just would be nice to enjoy my freedom to drive a bit while the babies are in good hands.
Oh, Medela Symphony how I hate you!
The good news is that pumping on a strict schedule allows me to almost always feed all four babies without requiring any donor milk. A few nights ago they had NO donor milk! You can call me Elsie now.
At the same time, when the babies are home they will be there to tell me why the heck I’m up and at least can snuggle for a bit. The Medela is a bit um, mechanical. When my 3:00 am duty calls, I think of my sweet babies and how well they are doing. That makes it all worthwhile. Everyone has grown a good bit. Here are the current weights:
Rylin 3 pounds, 13 ounces (before we know it we will have a four pounder on our hands!)
Harper- 3 pounds, 11 ounces
Sydney- 2 pounds, 12 ounces (come on, Sydney let’s break 3 pounds!)
Mason- 3 pounds, 6 ounces
Rylin, you make it all worthwhile!
Harper, for you I will pump too!
Oh tiny Sydney, if it helps you grow, pump I will!
Mason snuggled up with Mommy. He’s a good reminder of why I pump.
The babies are now two weeks old and continuing to make progress in the NICU. Monday as my Dad and I headed up to the NICU one of our favorite nurses was in the elevator with us. She told us she wasn’t with our babies today and that Sydney had her own nurse while the other three were with one nurse. This meant Sydney was likely on her CPAP again. I was okay with that, but I have to admit I was bummed. As I rounded the corner to enter their room I noticed that nothing was attached to Sydney’s isolette. That meant no CPAP! There was an added bonus….all four babies were now on room temperature air, which meant the were wearing clothes! The night nurses were precious and made sure to coordinate each baby’s bedding with their pajamas and hat.
The next day, I was so excited that I brought all of their miniature preemie clothes for them. I wasn’t sure if we had too many or not enough clothes, but brought everything we had. That day, Harper and Rylin decided playing dress up was fun business. They each went through at least four outfits! By the end of the day we had a load of laundry already. It’s a good thing that we bought a larger capacity washer and dryer about a year ago.
They are slippery when wet!
Rylin in her new duds complete with headband!
Sydney got a head band too! This one is actually for a doll or preemie!
Harper was sleepy after his bath.
Mason is a little stud muffin.
Also this week, I learned how to give the babies a bath. Of course they didn’t much enjoy the bathing process (especially Mason who wailed the entire time!), but they were so relaxed afterwards. And they smelled so nice. I can’t wait for George to be able to bathe them with me.
Each baby also contributed to a mini masterpiece. The art therapist stopped by and helped us make a canvas with their foot prints. She is planning to come back several more times so we can do a progression of their foot prints. It will be a really cute piece for their playroom.
Look at that cute baby foot!
Our first art!
Signing off for now….I have babies to visit today!
It is hard to believe that the quads made their grand appearance just over one week ago. It has been a busy week to say the least and we’ve seen them grow and change so much already. At birth, all four babies were put on a CPAP to ensure the constant flow of oxygen. They were also found to have low levels of bilirubin (jaundice) and needed photo therapy. Here are the updates on each baby-
Rylin and Harper began breathing room air and were taken off the CPAP on Tuesday morning. Their billi levels were also good so they was able to lose the psychedelic looking bilirubin lights on the same day! It was wonderful to finally see their beautiful faces and dark hair! Without all the garb we discovered that Harper is a furry little man. Of course it is just lanugo, which will fall out at some point. His just seems very dark and hairy in funny places like from his hairline to eyebrows! We will have to tease him about this when he is grown up. When we returned Wednesday, we were sad to see both Rylin and Harper sporting our old friend, Mr. CPAP.
Harper wearing the good old CPAP.
Harper working on his tan.
Rylin hoping for a golden brown tan.
Rylin and her pal, CPAP..
In the meantime, both babies stayed on “room air” with the CPAP until Saturday when they were able to get rid if it again! Without the CPAP bonnet, Rylin’s nurse decided it was time for a mini make over with hair combing and a bow! Both babies had a head ultrasound to check for brain bleeds and were clear.
Rylin with a sweet bow during tummy time!
Mason has turned out to be not only our chill guy, but also a breathing champ. He was the first off CPAP on Monday and he’s never looked back. We were warned he could be a “wimpy white boy” who could go right back on, but he proved everyone wrong. He has also been off the bilirubin lights since Tuesday and showed a normal head ultrasound. Since Mason’s face has been clear of garb for several days, he has become quite alert. He enjoys keeping his eyes open to explore the world nearby and constantly makes faces at us. We especially love his little mile and brow furrows.
Mason pretending he’s in Costa Rica.
Mason showing his siblings up- NO CPAP!
Sydney may be tiny, but she does her best to keep up with her siblings. Sunday after she was born, she was struggling to breathe. An x-ray completed bedside showed an air pocket outside her lungs. She had a pneumothorax (collapsed lung), which allowed air to leak around her left lung. A chest tube was inserted to seal the leak. She then had x-rays every 12 hours until Tuesday when it was closed so the tube was removed. I could not watch the bedside tube removal, but George did. Her cries broke my heart, but I felt better when he told me she cried only when they removed her surgical tape. In sync with Rylin and Harper, Sydney also had her CPAP removed! That meant a bow for tiny Sydney too. We really worried hers might reappear and were so proud when we returned to zero CPAPs!
Sydney basking under the Mexican sun.
Sydney with good friend, CPAP.
Aww….Sydney has a bow head!
All four babies had their IV lines removed from their navel yesterday so we got to finally hold them! Waiting over a week to hold your babies is absolutely excruciating! We also were able to start Kangaroo care where we hold them skin to skin. We are so proud of all of our babies and they amaze hospital staff daily.
George holding Sydney for the first time.
George holding Harper for the first time.
My first time holding Mason.
Holding Rylin for the first time.
We will do our best to keep the updates rolling in, but it is very difficult to drag us away from our precious babies.
This past week has been the most incredible one of our lives! Just one week ago George and I finally met our quadruplets and officially became parents of four. It is hard to even know where to begin with the story of their birth.
Last week Dr. Tabor bumped us up from once a week appointments to two. On Monday we went in for our first appointment of the week and he did a growth scan for the babies. At that time, Sydney had grown but was still measuring small for her gestational age. He didn’t make a big deal about it, but decided it was time for me to get steroid shots to help the babies develop needed surfactant for their lungs. I returned on Tuesday for the second round of steroids (two doses are administered 24 hours apart when delivery will likely occur soon). From what George and I read through Dr. Google, steroids are given when delivery is expected within a week. Dr. Tabor said there was no research about steroids and surfactant so he wasn’t necessarily planning to deliver within the week. When Sydney started pulling stunts around 24 weeks we told her to wait at least until 30 weeks and we would be okay if she wanted come meet us. Little did I know, Sydney would behave and I would unravel.
We returned on Thursday for another growth scan and Doppler to check on Sydney. At this point I was getting extremely large and uncomfortable, plus I was scared to be home knowing that anything could happen at any time (water breaking, contractions, ect). I was surprised I made it 30 weeks without being admitted to the hospital, but was ready. Many mothers expecting high order multiples are admitted around 20-25 weeks. I don’t know how I managed to escape, but I did every week. Perhaps it was all of your prayers?
Anyways…we went back on Thursday for our second appointment of the week. I went in feeling uncomfortable as usual, but nothing seemed different. However, when I was waiting for Dr. Tabor I started feeling “off”. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I just didn’t feel good. As usual, my vitals were taken. This time, things were different. My blood pressure was really high and there was protein in my urine, which are signs of pre eclampsia. Dr. Tabor went on with the ultrasound and was satisfied with all four of the babies. He was concerned about me, however. Based on my blood pressure and protein he wasn’t ready to admit me to the hospital. On the other hand, I was ready and was going to start begging to stay out of pure fear. He ordered a blood panel to check platelets and said I would be admitted if they were low. We waited an hour for the results in the meantime Dr. Tabor delivered a baby (or maybe two). I was actually relieved to find that my platelets were low and he was admitting me. He let us know he would repeat the platelet count that evening and if they were too low, delivery would occur that night. Say what???? I was ready to deliver but hadn’t prepared for it to happen that night. We called our parents and my sister just in case and waited.
After admission, I found out that Dr. Tabor had a special project in store for me….24 hour urine analysis. This meant I had to document all fluids I took in, measure urine output, and collect urine for analysis. Let me tell you, that was fun times! GROSS! Anyways, that night my platelets were low but not too low so Dr. Tabor planned to order another panel in the morning to check them. Around 4:30 am, I was rudely awakened by a lab tech with harsh fluorescent lights and a nice blood draw. I managed to steal a few hours of sleep after that and continued the fun urine analysis. Around 7:30 am my nurse let me know that Dr. Tabor was stopping my urine analysis (it was supposed to finish around noon so we knew something was up). He came in just before 9:00 am and let us know that my proteins were really high and platelets were really low so it was D-Day! This time we were ready.
They posted this on the outside of my door. Seriously???
Within a short time from learning it was D-Day I was wheeled into surgery prep.I could not believe we made it to delivery day at 30 weeks, 5 days. I had two incredibly sweet (and excited) surgery prep nurses, Violet and Mary Walker. As part of my surgery prep, an IV of magnesium sulfate was started to prevent seizures after delivery. Let me say, I don’t wish that stuff on anyone, it’s awful. They buzzed about me getting everything ready and once I was prepped they took me into the OR. The whole time Violet and Mary Walker were prepping me I felt totally calm. That calm only lasted until we entered the bright sterile operating room and I looked around. It was intimidating and George could not be with me at this point. I felt totally alone. I started to panic when the anesthesiologist began to work on my spinal block. Mary Walker was so compassionate with me, knowing I was terrified. She hugged me while I got the spinal block and whispered a prayer into my ear. It made a HUGE difference for me and then I was ready. Thankfully, the spinal block worked quickly and I found my calm because it wasn’t long before the action started. There were exactly 30 medical professionals in the OR and they were also using the adjoining OR for us. George was situated right next to my head, which was very comforting. Dr. Tabor let him know he should stay there and not look over the surgical barrier.
Okay, I’m ready!
There is no one I’d rather be along my side for this adventure than George.
This is when it was like having an out of body experience. I couldn’t see anything or feel any pain, but there was a lot of tugging and pulling. I knew preemies often are not able to cry so I didn’t expect anything (or know what to expect anyways). Within a few short minutes I heard a tiny cry and someone said, “baby A, girl!” I heard my sweet baby Rylin crying. It was an amazing moment. Within the next minute both Harper and Sydney were born. Just like with Rylin, someone shouted “baby B, boy! baby C, girl!”, and both babies gave me the precious gift of crying. They cried! I also remember after Sydney was delivered that someone said, “This is supposed to be the little one?” I knew that was a good sign. Finally, Mason was born and he cried too. They were all born within just a few short minutes. Meanwhile, the delivery team worked rapidly to wrap each baby up settle them in an isolette to begin transportation to Cook Children’s. Each baby’s isolette was brought beside my bed briefly so I could see it before they left. I was allowed to touch little Mason’s hand for a moment since he was last to leave. It was all so fleeting.
George and the great Dr. Tabor!
Seeing the babies off
Mary Walker and Violet
Once my surgery was completed I was taken to recovery. Because I was on a magnesium IV I was incredibly uncomfortable and quite groggy. I remember family members coming to visit me and George going over to see the babies. By that evening, I was out of recovery and finally got to see our babies. Since I was still on IV’s I had to stay in bed. Violet and another nurse, Katie, wheeled my bed through labor and delivery then through the sky walk to Cook Children’s hospital. Taking a bed through a hospital that way is no easy feat and they didn’t know the layout of the hospital. Needless to say, there were lots of twists and turns along the way, which made me carsick. We finally arrived at the quad suite and they rolled me up to Sydney first. When I saw her little tiny hand, tears flowed. I just could not believe how tiny and beautiful she was and she was ok. After all those scares, she was here. I couldn’t stay long so then I got to meet Mason, Rylin and finally Harper. They were all so amazing. I kept thinking to myself, “Are they ours? Did we really deliver today?” It was the most surreal experience of my life. I waited so long to meet them and once they arrived I simply could not believe it. I felt as if I were watching someone else’s life unfold. I was able to stay just a few precious moments then had to return to my hospital room for more recovering.
I’m not going to lie, the night after delivery was perhaps the most miserable of my life, but at the same time I was overjoyed. I was on “NPO” orders, which means NOTHING by mouth. However, magnesium causes a horrible unquenchable thirst like I’ve never experienced. After a few hours of writing, my nurse, Phyllis, managed to get ice chips approved. If I could have lept out of bed, I would have bear hugged her. Ice never tasted so good. I ate ice chips all. night. long. They were so good that I would have taken a bag of them over any gourmet fare offered. Bless Phylis!
And, July 20, 2012 marked the first day of the rest of our lives as a family of six. We will be forever changed by the wonderful addition of forty tiny fingers and forty little toes.
The past few days have been incredibly exciting and busy for George and I as we transition to expectant parents to new parents of quadruplets. I was discharged from the hospital Monday and we have begun to spend increasing amounts of time with the bp babies in the NICU. I will find a spare moment very soon to document the babies’ birthday and to start bragging about them, in the meantime, enjoy the link below. It is footage from a local NBC news story!
Ps: As always, thank you for every prayer said on our behalf. The babies are doing great, but will still need prayers. They have a lot of growing to do and developmental milestones to meet.
Hey this is Courtney again. Here is a quick update and some pictures. Amber is recovering and has been able to see the babies once. She is trying to go again this evening. The babies are doing well. They are breathing on their own, this got their first meal via a mouth tube. George is doing a great job taking care of everyone bewteen both hospitals.
Four to Adore 