Yesterday was a landmark day. We have heard from Drs, nurses, etc. that while we should feel fortunate that this didn't all happen at 24 weeks or so, it's much better for the babies to last until 28 weeks, and even better than that if they last until 29 weeks, and so on.
So Saturday marked the official 28 week mark. Miles got to come over and watch Nemo, and sit in mommy's bed with her a little bit (not to mention enjoy some snacks that family and friends have given). As he and I were driving home to go to bed, he said, "Where's mommy?" When I responded that she was going to sleep at the hospital, he thought for a second and replied, "I sleep at the hospital for a minute?" He loves mommy, and doesn't yet seem too concerned about any of this, but I think he can sense there is some sort of new arrangement.
Erin was able to go down the hall last night with some of her fellow patients and catch some of the fireworks across the valley. As for Miles and me, any celebration of the 4th of July sort of came and went without any fanfare... :)
After the pattern of a popular football coach, we gratefully declare that "the best thing about being 28 weeks along is the chance to be 29 weeks along..."
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