The arrival of our two miracles - part 3 (Final)

Ok, so it is now Friday and the babies came home on Tuesday… It has been a wild ride. Thanks to all the friends who went and saw us in the hospital. Everyone who has brought us food, we have not had to worry about what we have eaten for the past 3 weeks because it has just been there.

Here is my journal account of the remaining time we had in the hospital.

We are now in our room and both Carrie and I are both spent. It was a long night, one in which we did not expect to have the babies. Now we had a new mission, turn off the cell phones and get some sleep. I pull down the Murphy bed and make it all cozy for me and we finally start trying to get some rest. The only challenge is that it seems like everyone at the hospital has to get some kind of information from us. In comes the guy from the financial department checking our insurance information, then the social worker who makes sure we are suitable parents (I think we fooled her), then the women who works for the birth certificate department… Are you kidding me! My wife just had twins, and with-in one hour of us being in our room you want to make sure our address is correct? I literally was at a point where I was talking to these people in my sleep. Then finally things slowed down a bit and we made a commitment to sleep for a few hours and then we were going to go check on the babies.

So then we slept, and it was nice! Then Carrie’s nurse was kind enough to wheel her down to see the babies. They were in the level 3 NICU, which was more intensive for about 36 hours, then they moved them to level 2 which is a more comfortable environment. It was great just to take a step back with my wife and savor the joy. That night we had some friends visit us, it was great to have the support of so many people. At 9pm things slowed down and Carrie had to get to bed, so I went down and held my daughter for about 30 minutes, I kept thinking “ I can’t believe I am going to bring you home someday soon” because she is so tiny.

On Wednesday March 25th, I went home to get some things we needed for another night in the hospital. I was going 80 mph on the 417 and before you know it I saw those blue flashing lights… Usually when this happens I am in an immediate state of depression. Not because I know it is sin and I should not be speeding, but because I got caught and am now looking at wasting $200 +. This time I was just giddy. I told the officer we just had babies the night before, and I was in a rush to get some things back to my wife and see my kids (he didn’t ask why I was speeding, I volunteered this information). So, he then asked to see my license, insurance, and registration… I gave him all this information and then he said “Sir this is your health insurance”, I guess I was thinking they could apply the speeding ticket to the deductable. Like I said I was giddy and I was still running on a high and pumped with adrenaline. So he went back to the car and asked to see the pink and blue bracelets I was wearing, I guess the health insurance thing didn’t fool him, then he kindly gave me a warning said congratulations and told me to slow down. Wow! Everything was going good.

So to make the rest of this short for your sake and mine, we had a great experience… we were discharged on Thursday the 26th without the babies, it was sad to leave them. Both Carrie and I cried… I know I am a man and should not say that, but I get a little emotional. But we both felt God’s presence in everything. We were given great opportunities to share Christ with the nurses in the nicu. And we even got 3 weeks extra sleep until they come.

So on Tuesday April 14th all things seem whole, our kids came home. Sleepless nights are now in play, but grandma is here to let us nap. We are loving these two miracles that God has given us. And thank you to all our friends for all your love and support!

Love,

Ryan and Carrie