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My heart is full

As I sit here holding my breath as I wait and see if we're going to get lucky and get both boys to fall asleep my heart is full. It's crazy how quickly this has become our new normal and I love it. With Kaleb being a preemie we are basically home bound other than getting out for his doctor's appointments, but I don't mind. After three months of being an hour away from him I'll take all the time I can get.  I do find myself smiling as we travel with Kaleb to appointments. I think back to when I was a new mom traveling with Kaden and I thought it was hard, how much stuff there seemed to be to bring and remember. Now with Kaleb, thanks to TJ, we have a method that we both agree isn't as bad as we feared as we travel with all Kaleb's extra accessories.

Kaleb has forced us to slow down and spend more time at home instead of always on the run. You could say we are hibernating for the winter. This has allowed us the time to learn how to be a family of four. I may not be making gourmet meals but I am enjoying trying to make a few more meals again and getting to eat together again as a family. I am loving how my husband continues to amaze me as I watch him with both of our boys as we work together as equal partners to care for our boys and the house. I'm loving bath time when I hear Kaden playing with his toys in the bath while I bathe Kaleb. I love watching Kaden love on Kaleb. He thinks he has to help put him to bed at night and help get him up in the morning. My heart is full. 

Today we had one of Kaleb's appointments. While at his appointment we learned Kaleb is now 9lb 2oz. He has officially gained seven pounds since birth. After his appointment we went back to visit some of our extended family, our NICU family. While we are so unbelievably happy to be home it was great to see our NICU family again. I can't begin to explain the impact that this special group of people have had on our hearts. While Kaleb may never remember these superheroes that cared for him during his first three months, when they were the ones better equipped to care for him than we were, we will remember and be forever grateful for them. It is no exaggeration to call them family. When your child is in their care, when you know it is their hands caring for and loving him when you cannot, they become family. Thank you to all who helped care for our Kaleb. The saying it takes a village definitely holds true for Kaleb. I am so excited to hang his NICU family print displaying all of the signatures in his room to be a visual reminder of his first home and special members of our family. As I said my heart is full. 




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