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Part 3: Moving Forward

The NICU runs like a well oiled machine.  The nurses are amazing and take incredible care of those babies.

Kevin and I sat with Heidi every day she was in NICU, although in the first three days it was mostly Kevin as I was stuck at the Royal Alex for one thing or another, until at least noon.  And then by about 6 o'clock I was exhausted and wanted to go get some rest.

We cuddled Heidi as best we could with all the silly wires and she always slept better in our arms.

The last two days spent in the NICU have been there only because there was no room in the ward upstairs.  Today we finally got moved to a room where we can, more or less, freely pick her up and cuddle her and feed her.  She is still having her heart rate, oxygen and breaths monitored.

They are also currently weighing her diapers to make sure she is voiding an appropriate amount and tracking her volume of intake.  We need her to feed well and gain weight.  She has a cardiologist meeting and ultrasound for Wednesday and hopefully we'll be at an acceptable weight to be sent home.

It is truly amazing that this little tiny body can undergo such a surgery and recover like this.  It blows my mind that we've only been here a week and we're seeing the light to coming home.  A little device that they install in her body regulates it exactly the way it was meant to.

I can't believe how much I love this little person.  I can't believe how much I love both of my girls.  I never knew I could love like this.  We had a great time with Nola this past weekend.  When my Mom came in on Saturday to meet Heidi, she left Nola with us so we could spend the weekend with her.  She is so hilarious and lights our life up so much.  She is a ham about almost everything and loves to say "hi" and "bye" to everyone we pass.  We especially love the way she loves her little sister and wants to hold her or help feed her.

My life is AWESOME.

I can't even begin to describe how touched and blessed I've felt to have some long lost friends come back in to my life and offer support.

Jennifer Johnson nee Benz stopped in for a brief visit on the ward during her lunch break.  I went to high school with her in Seba Beach and now she is on "rotation" earning her big ole doctors paper.

Nevada Keirle nee Bauer popped in with her adorable little boy to sneak a peek at little Miss Heidi and leave some precious little tidbits.

Then today, Trish Boorman nee Lang from elementary school came to the Stollery for a wonderful visit with her son Nathan.  We haven't seen each other in at least 15 years, and it was just so good to be in her presence.

I am SO LUCKY to have these people re-enter my life with their love and support.  I have loved reconnecting and am SO GRATEFUL to know these people.

Today was a busy day of welcome visitors.  Aside from my wonderful visit with Trish, Curtis and Jaci Horvath swung by to snag a cuddle from Heidi.  Bringing their always smiling faces with them, it's always a pleasure to visit with them :D

And who doesn't love a Grandpa snuggle or a cuddle from a Great Aunt all the way from Kansas?

Grandpa

Aunt Linda

I think that catches you up.  Tomorrow we'll spend the day with Heidi, as usual, and maybe see if she's gained much for weight.  After we're discharged we'll have to see a cardiologist weekly for a while to make sure the pacemaker is operating accordingly.

Life is good.  Isn't it?

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