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Missing home

Toddlers grow so fast. When I left, just under 8 weeks ago, Elias (18months) could only say a few words and call me momma, he couldn't climb on the couch or see over the table. Now. He's talking in full sentences, can see very well over the kitchen table...and grab stuff that is close by ;) climbing up down from the couch and stairs. When the kids FaceTime me, if he hears my voice he'll come running and saying "hi, mommy!!!" And proceed to tell me about what's on his mind :). My girls's hair is so long. They are maturing at an alarming rate. Even their choice of words, how they carry themselves, their voices are so wise and mature. My 13 yr old will soon be mistaken as my sister, like Chelsea (my 20 yr old) so often is ;) . My kids need their momma. It's been next to an eternity since I've seen them or so it seems and to my 3 yr old and 18 month old, it most certainly has been an eternity. My sweet Eva, who is 3, can get dressed, go to the bathroom and brush her teeth without being asked to or without needing any help. How quickly they grow but I think not being around them for so long it speeds up even more. The small details that may get overlooked on a day to day connect are never missed by a mommy who's been gone even for a little while :).
We have a Monday discharge date. Although Gabriel's neonatologist is being overly cautious in sending him home. Getting her to push his release date back 1 day to avoid forking out money for 3 more plan tickets because of scheduling conflicts with my mom, has stirred a slew of blood tests for a bilirubin that went from 14.1 to 14.5 in 24 hrs. I'm afraid she's going to drop the ball and keep us here. Despite the number of 27-33 weekers that are filling up the other rooms. As a matter of fact, there are no more rooms left here. Our 35.4 weeker is thriving, strong and healthy...but here we sit. My husband and I are finished. I've lived in a hospital for 4+ weeks. We are ready to move on. Get home to our children. It's hard waiting on God's appointed time for us to be discharged. 

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