It's finally here, my due date; the day Drake and Kennedy were supposed to enter this world. I was told from early on that Oct. 3rd was not a date we would reach, but I never imagined they would come so very early. I had hoped to reach September and was afraid they might come in August; so as you can imagine, June was not even on my spectrum of possibilities.
Every day I wake up wishing this was all just a very bad dream, but then the reality hits. You would think the impact would be less intense as the days pass, but it isn't. We know we are so very lucky to have the little miracles that we do; they are the sole reason we continue moving forward.
Today I worked with the occupational therapist learning some massage techniques. Boy did it work! Drake became so deeply relaxed that he fell asleep. Later, I used these same techniques on Kennedy and she loved it too! I also changed her little outfit because the nurse had put her in a preemie onesie and she is a big girl now, 6#12oz. Drake is not far behind at 6#5oz.
Working with the OT was very helpful mentally for me as well. She was very reassuring that Drake looked very good for the prognosis he was given. She said he is lucky to have parents that will work with him every day to stimulate his brain development so early in his life.
2) Kennedy asleep on Gran
3) Gran giving Drake a bottle