Happy Dischargeiversary Babies and Happy St. Patrick's Day Everybody Else!
Happy St. Patrick's Day from The Archibeques!
Today is not only a day honoring Christian St. Patrick; for us, it's a day of celebrating graduating from the NICU. One year ago, after spending 52 days in NICU (neonatal intensive care unit), we finally were able to bring our babies home.
Last year, we were so excited to bring our children home, yet completely shell-shocked and scared of what to expect. A year later, while life is definitely still a roller coaster ride and we're still constantly learning and adjusting to life as a quadruplet family, when I look back on where we've come, I've got to admit I stand back and think to myself, "wow"!
On our first night home from the hospital, I remember standing at the changing table in the nursery at 3:00 AM, after only having about an hour of sleep at that point and thinking to myself "what have we gotten into". After one year of being in the thick of things, here's what I've learned: this is hard. It's scary, noisy, stressful, tons of work, patience-testing and wild. But it's also the ABSOLUTE most amazing thing I've ever done in my life. So many sleepless nights, what I calculate to be about 10,000 diapers (9,828 if you're wanting exact counts), hours and hours of holding bottles and feeding babies, countless messes, and a million (ok, I didn't calculate that number) loads of laundry, have all been a part of what has undoubtedly been the best year of my life.
I am so proud of where we've been and where we are today. There was a time not all that long ago, that I spent my days staring at my babies through plastic boxes and dreaming of the day they'd do small things like drink from a bottle and even regulate their own body temperature. I now have four toddlers that are pulling up on the furniture and walking while they hold on to it. I have one child who will crawl to a side of the room where he knows he shouldn't be, just so I'll get up and let him walk back into the living room while holding my hands. Every single day, I pick up more toys than you could imagine from all over our house. I wipe up big messes from the table, wall and floors after each meal. I wipe messy faces and soothe crying babies. I read stories and sing lullabies. There are still times when I sit for a second and think "is this really real"? But you know what, I'm so thankful for every single second of all of it. And my worst fear is that I'll blink and I won't do any of it anymore!