Tired...

Everyday we are getting closer to having our babies home. They are all doing great. Its me that is not doing so good. I am so ready to be out of the hospital. Our biggest task right now is getting the babies to take all their feedings by a bottle. Savannah and Brody are taking three bottles a day and Cheyenne is barely taking a few sips once a day. Savannah and Cheyenne have been taken off their caffine but Brody still has spells now and then so they won't take him off just yet. Brody and Cheyenne are both still needing a little O2, but not enough to prevent them from coming home. I will take them home on a little oxygen if I need to, but hopefully they will not need it by the time they get the feedings down.

I kinda had a break down a couple of days ago. I was feeding Brody and he was not wanting to eat. They are so awake when I pick them up to give them the bottle and then when I put them in my arms to feed they fall asleep. So I was trying to feed Brody, Brody was trying to go to sleep and I had to take a walk. I cried and cried because I just want them to come home. I was telling Brody, "don't you want to come home?" I know its not like he's not eating to prolong this but I just got so frustrated. I love these babies more than anything and I am ready to be their mommy. I feel like I am secondary to the nursing staff and it hurts. I want them to wear what I put on them, I want to give them their baths, and I want them to eat for me.

Enough venting for one day. I am so happy with progresses they have made and the weight they have gained. Here is what they weighed last night:

Brody - 5lbs 11oz
Savannah - 4lbs 10oz
Cheyenne - 4lbs 9oz