Though Jason got to meet the girls right away and even got to hold their hands, I had to wait way longer than I could stand.
After seeing the girls on ultrasound so often and carrying them almost thirty weeks, I was dying to meet them. Right after delivery, I spent a sleepless night worrying about the girls and hand expressing.
At 6 AM the day after delivery, my nurse came in to give me meds and check to see how floppy my legs were. Officially able to feel below the waist, I asked to see the girls. After a brief struggle, I eventually stood. My nurse looked at me, said I was turning blue, and made me lie back down.
Finally at lunch, my mom and Jason wheeled me down to the NICU and I got to meet my baby girls, though separated by incubator.
Seeing my two girls, so small, smaller than I had ever imagined, was amazing and terrifying at the same time. It tugged at my heart to see them with IVs and tubes attached to them, and though I was dying to hold them, I’d have to wait another day before I could.