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After 17 days and 6 hours, on December 13, our babies were discharged from the neonatal intensive care unit, or NICU.
Last week, every day was a roller coaster with high hopes of bringing them home but only to be told "maybe tomorrow". I appreciate the nurses and doctors and their best interest in keeping our babies healthy and strong enough to come home.
So when we were told today that they might come home, I didn't really believed it. Not until they went over the discharge instructions, made me watch a 1980 'do not shake your baby' video, and started collecting their belongings. Of course all that took nearly 3 hours!
At the peak of rush hour, we left the hospital towards home. I was so excited I couldn't stop giggling! Until we hit really bad traffic and decided to trust iPhone and take a little detour. Let me just say that the alternative route did not exist. And so we're back in the freeway and nearly 3 hours later (for a 50-minute usual drive) we made it home.
And so now it begins - life with twins = every 3 hours: feed, change, burp, pump, repeat :) Oh, and try to fit in a nap and some food in between.














