I can definitely say that the first two weeks of 2013 were the longest, and toughest two weeks of my life. It was exhausting in every way possible having our babies in the NICU. It was so weird because we knew we had become parents but for those first few days it wasn't like we even had babies. We couldn't hold them very much at first because it would stress them out so it was really hard to have that bonding moment everyone talks about. We are so lucky that the boys really had nothing wrong with them besides being early and needing to grow a little more. There were many more babies in the NICU that were in much worse situations.
Our daily routine consisted of arriving at the hospital by 8:00, change diapers, and then hold the boys while they were fed or try to feed them if they seemed interested. That usually took about an hour. The hospital provided us a room to stay in while the boys were there so then we would go to the room and I would pump and then we'd try to rest before going back for the next feeding. Basically we would do that same thing every three hours and then leave the hospital around 7:30 to go home. It seemed like we were never going to get out of there and that time is all just a blur in my mind.