Tomorrow!

Lord willing, by this time tomorrow, we will be home with our girls! I am so eager for us to finally settle into a routine at home. I’m weary of trucking back and forth to the hospital and feeling like I can only visit my children. It’s such an odd experience to have to get permission to enter a nursery, and to have other people dictate where I can take my kids, and what I can do with them. I’m very ready to start following my own “mommy intuition,” no matter how inexperienced and naïve that intuition may be.

It’s hard to believe that it’s been nearly three months since we first entered University of Connecticut Health Center on May 16^th for a routine ultrasound, and our lives were turned upside down. I know I’m ready to close the chapter of my life that revolves around the hospital, and I’m sure Jim is possibly even more ready. He is the one who has had to make almost daily trips to visit first his wife, and then his daughters in the hospital. I can’t even count the number of trips he’s made from the parking lot and through the winding corridors to get to the maternity and nursery departments – usually toting bags of laundry, books, and non-hospital food for my benefit! He has never once complained or appeared to be discouraged by the inconvenience. He was invaluable in keeping my spirits up, and in reminding me that the Lord is in control of every aspect of our lives. I can’t thank him enough for being such a God-honoring husband.

This post will, hopefully, be the last one I write without our daughters in the next room. As silly as it sounds, I’m looking forward to having my writing sessions interrupted by hungry cries and little sighs! Everything in our lives will change as of tomorrow, and for that, I am forever grateful.