I didn't post much about being pregnant. I meant to, but just never got around to it. I stopped writing in my book (the massive Word document that has been my diary for the last couple years) too. Any time someone asked me how I was going to manage two babies, I always replied, "I'm not afraid of taking care of them when they're here. I'm more worried about being able to carry them long enough." As it turns out, that was a prophetic statement. I sailed through pregnancy all the way until 26 weeks, 4 days when a routine ultrasound revealed that my cervix was short and dilated.
After almost two weeks of hospital bedrest, Logan Andrew and Leigh Allyn Mroch were born at 28 weeks, 2 days weighing 2 lbs, 5 oz. and 2 lbs, 6 oz. They are amazing little bitties and melt my heart every single time I see them. So, my blog will once again take on a new purpose: sharing the details of being a preemie mom.
Leigh Allyn, above, is sweetness personified. She started out with a heart murmur called a PDA that is caused by an artery that is open while in utero that is supposed to close at birth. Hers did not, as is fairly common in preemie girls. Thankfully, one round of indomethacin closed it and her murmur has disappeared.
I have settled into a routine, spending my days in the NICU and scheduling my time around pumping every two hours. Baptist Hospital and the NICU are set up to support a new mom who is pumping and I am very grateful for the support. As someone who is new to breastfeeding/pumping, I need someone to tell me what is normal, how often to pump and how much I should be getting. I knew I wanted to breastfeed before I knew that I was having preemies and I cannot imagine how I would have figured it all out had I just been sent home with two babies to feed.