While Daddy was trying to keep things normals for the boys-while still bringing them to the hospital every day-Mommy was heading down to the NICU every three hours for the scheduled maintenance of Brownie. It seems that the house might have been a bit like a frat house as the boys got to go to Walmart to spend $5 everday on toys. Daddy even taught them such quaint phrases as "Mommy, welcome to the gun show" complete with requisite bicep kisses.
In the meantime we spent lots of time memorizing everything that Brownie did so that we could tell the boys all about it. At this time it was very challenging for them to understand why they couldn't come in and see her. Lucky for us, we had visits from Mamina, Grandpa Bill and Papa Nick to help distract the boys.
We had many visitors to the NICU, too. Nana Pat came and so did Papa Bob & Nana Shelby. Needless to say, we were kept busy.
And slowly but surely Brownie started to get strong enough that we began to think we'd actually get out of there.
The boys were great at helping Mommy pass the time in between trips to the NICU. They gave me a room close to the newly remodeled newborn nursery (3rd floor) because they didn't want me walking very far only to have Brownie moved to the NICU (2nd floor). I stole a wheelchair and kept it hidden behind a curtain in my room so I could wheel myself down when there was time. But most of the time I walked just because it got me out of bed.
In the meantime we spent lots of time memorizing everything that Brownie did so that we could tell the boys all about it. At this time it was very challenging for them to understand why they couldn't come in and see her. Lucky for us, we had visits from Mamina, Grandpa Bill and Papa Nick to help distract the boys. 
We had many visitors to the NICU, too. Nana Pat came and so did Papa Bob & Nana Shelby. Needless to say, we were kept busy. 
And slowly but surely Brownie started to get strong enough that we began to think we'd actually get out of there. 
The boys were great at helping Mommy pass the time in between trips to the NICU. They gave me a room close to the newly remodeled newborn nursery (3rd floor) because they didn't want me walking very far only to have Brownie moved to the NICU (2nd floor). I stole a wheelchair and kept it hidden behind a curtain in my room so I could wheel myself down when there was time. But most of the time I walked just because it got me out of bed. 
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