Well, I figured out how to get Alex to sleep. Leave the lights on! I guess he prefers that since he's so used to having them on from being in the NICU. Last night Mom and I went and got a portable crib for my room. I laid Alex in it after his midnight feeding. He was totally content to lay there and look around for about an hour/hour-and-a-half before drifting off to sleep, while I was piddling around the room. We both slept so much better last night.
I woke up this morning to a hungry, crying baby whose ostomy bag had come off. I felt totally zonked, but somehow I managed to get him undressed, bath him, apply a new bag, and feed him. This is another reminder that I'm going to be able to get through anything as a mom. Strength that I didn't know I have rises up from somewhere inside of me, and again and again I successfully negotiate the challenges of being a single mother of twin preemies.
Spencer is coming home again today! I'm so excited. The good news is that both boys are on the same feeding schedule now. Maybe I'll actually be able to get some decent sleep. I can't wait to see them laying next to each other in their crib. I can't wait to see how they react to each other. I am so blessed. Things could have been so much worse for my boys. They are very healthy for 24 weekers, they are beautiful, they are good babies. Thank God for them, for my family, and for my friends. I'm the luckiest girl in the world.