Six months! (Feels like 12)

Happy half birthday to Bayla and Harper! This time six months ago, I was laid up with some good drugs and a coke, and I'd only seen the girls briefly before they were whisked away to the NICU.

What a difference time makes. My perfect little baby girls are probably about 16 lbs each (we'll find out Monday), are kinda eating solids (babyfood squash-- yummo!), and are smiley, happy, and laid-back. Unfortunately, they're still not sleeping through the night, something Daddy and Mommy are a little desperate for.

Brady is (mostly) a model big brother, deeply concerned about the location and well-being of his sisters. He asks for "my babies" the moment he comes home. With his crazy antics, and his increasingly interactive sisters, life is getting pretty fun around the ol' Slemons house. Exhausting, but fun.

As I mentioned in my last post, I couldn't stop to think about what might have happened with the girls while we were in the thick of things, but six months out, after giving my heart, my arms, my beauty sleep, and, let's face it, my body and boobs to these babies, I can't imagine life without them. When I'm feeding them at 3 a.m., I'm often awestruck by the enormity of it all. And I'm grateful for the opportunity to be their and Brady's mother, to have a strong hand in shaping who they'll turn out to be.

It's not all sweet of course (for instance, I estimated that we've prepared and fed these girls about 3,000 bottles at this point, and changed about 2,700 diapers), but I'll take it.