Terrorists Attack!

Today, I felt like what Lebanon feel like as Israel bombs the $#%! outta them. There I was, surrounded by enemy combatants, looking for a way to get my troops out. Suddenly, the sky was filled with explosions and shrapnel as the artillery shell hit. The loud noises of war were eerily quieted as the explosion reverberated off my ear drum. Luckily for me, it had rumptured with the explosion. I looked around at my comrades and they were running about attempting to find shelter, attempting to escape the blast. The smell was horrific, terrible. It nearly made me gag, as I reached for a gas mask. "This could be my last breath," I thought to myself and I washed my hands and continued to wipe Michael's rear.

Ah, the likes of war in the NICU! Michael fired his artillery rock at my arm while I attempted to clean his diaper during a routine visit to the Unit tonight. While I was cleaning myself, the nurse brought in backup and began to assist with the hazmat clean-up. Unfortunately for her, he was not finished with me. As if he had been planning this attack for weeks, Michael promptly put down another load, dirtying everything around him. To say the least, Michael's first attack is a clear sign of his aggression towards those that try to wipe with a cold wipee.

The good news, however, is that both boys have gained weight once again. Thomas now weights in at 4 lbs, 14 oz and Michael comes in at 5 lbs (after the unloading). With this continued grow and everything else looking great, the nurses have begun to prepare us for the day when we will get to bring the boys home. I think both boys are ready to get out of the hospital, and I know Jenny and I will be thrilled when they do finally get to come home. We will keep you updated on the approach of this exciting moment in the boys' lives.