Twins are Home
Kealy came home after 6 days in the NICU, and Luke came home after 11 days. Fortunately, the hospital is only 8 minutes from our house, so coming and going was relatively easy. I say "relatively" because I'm not allowed to drive, so I must be driven everywhere. This dependence on other people is driving me nuts.
Oh, I got my staples out on day 4, just before being released. This nurse tells me that she's going to remove them and shows me something that resemebles tweezers. Um, No, I'd like to see the doctor. Dr. SheIsVeryYoung (neither Dr. Good nor Moron) finally arrives, and with some trepidation, I decide to let her play school on my staples. She removes them all, and to my astonishment, my abdomen does not split open; in fact, it stays put quite well.
Okay, so we're all here at home, and my in-laws are staying with us to help. Can you believe my FIL asks me, "What's for breakfast?" I'm almost sh!t a brick right there in the kitchen. I'm so dumbfounded that I actually cook breakfast for the two of them. WTF is wrong with me? Okay, I'm feeling very appreciative for their help. Is that so bad?