My former one pound babies are starting pre-school tomorrow. I almost can't believe it. Where has the time gone? Can they possibly be big enough to go to pre-school with other 2 year olds? Friends have asked me if I will cry when I drop them off, and I'm sure I will. I nearly cried today in Target buying them backpacks, and I already cried tonight just seeing those two adorable little backpacks sitting on the counter. I won't be crying tears of sadness that they are growing up too fast. My tears are full of so much more. My tears will be great big crocodile tears of relief and pride and triumph for my former micro-preemies.
Looking back, I don't know if I could have even envisioned this time. Camdyn and Cade were on ventilators for 5 weeks. We were told Camdyn had too much white matter in her brain. They both had brain bleeds. Their hearts had open valves that did not close without surgery. Camdyn had collapsed lungs. Cade had air pockets in his lungs. I watched both of them get bagged to remember to breathe. They both had chronic lung disease. We were told Cade may need a tracheostomy for life. Cade had (and still has) a paralyzed vocal cord. Cade would not eat. Both of them were given dexamethasone with unknown long-term risks to wean off the ventilators. . . . And now, my miracle babies will be walking into school tomorrow carrying their cute backpacks with matching lunch boxes. We will pack food in their lunch boxes, and they will eat it!
Oh yes, I will be crying and smiling and celebrating and rejoicing!