it kinda feels like I’ve fallen off the face of the earth…
I’m doing well though. Healing is good, if I could just get some energy back I would feel somewhat normal.
There’s just so much to soak in. I just want to remember every detail of their precious little bodies. From Zek’s little part on the top of his head that looks like an ocean wave, or ben’s precious big boy lips and lashes. I don’t want to forget how amazingly perfect they are. And yet, I’m sooo tired. Everyday I think of taking a picture of every inch of their body, and then another day passes. They are growing fast too. Zek weigh’s 5.1 and Ben 6.1. Gainning about an ounce a day. They are doing great. I sure wish they would sleep better at night between feedings, they sometimes do during the day, but when nightfall hits, it’s a whole other story. Thanks so much for all your prayers, and offers to help. My mom has stayed the duration and Asher’s Aunt Tammy and parents have came to help also. So if you still want to help or bring a meal, the next week is probably a great time. Thanks for being patient to meet the boys too, I really want to show them off, I just really would rather sleep. 🙂 Just continue to pray for Asher’s and my perseverance and that sleep be multiplied. That we would see the temporary state we’re in as just that, passing. That we would still embrace these times for what they are, the start of two precious new lives.
I know this blog is long, but hey, who knows when the next one might come… I just wanted to pay tribute to my husband as Father’s day approaches. Since he did all the blogging during the labor and such, no one was able to see him from my perspective. He was more than I ever could of hoped he’d be. He sacrificed, worried, cried, loved me and the boys more than I could of imagined he would. He saw things I will never know and felt things I will never feel in those moments on that day. And I thank him for being so strong for me that whole week after, when I was so weak. Lot’s of things go down in the hospital that leave a person stripped of all pride, modesty, and sense of control in life. Asher didn’t shy away or be “grossed out,” instead he let God use these things to draw him and I together in a time that we would need it like no other before. I’m sure I speak for both of us to say this is truly from start to finish the hardest thing we’ve ever done. Asher, you are truly a great father and husband. I love you. (Now go get you that i-phone from us!!)