Finally arriving home from the hospital...the children happily greeted me with hugs and excitement of our friend's visit from the U.S. I was so pleased to see them happy. This brought so much warmth and comfort to my heart as I came home empty handed.
In readiness for the babies coming home we had purchased a small crib and a few baby items. I was pleasantly surprised when Claudine came by to welcome me home with a huge box of "twin-boy" clothing! How in the world did she find someone who no longer needed their TWIN BOY baby clothes? The LORD indeed knew. The box was filled with precious outfits and blankets...yes, once again everything I needed...at such a time!
"Thank you, Lord for your perfect care...perfect timing."
But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.
Our dear friend was more than happy to watch the children while my husband and I made our first journey to the University Hospital. It was such a comfort to know my children were enjoying her company and that we left them in trustworthy, loving care...from HOME. Having someone come all the way from the states to help us, was such a manifestation of love in a Christian's heart. Here was a lady not even related to me who dropped everything to be at my side to comfort and help.
So many thoughts and prayers came to my mind and heart in preparation for seeing the twins: only for the second time in two weeks. Knowing I was to bring only one of them home with me.
*(I had not mentioned in a previous post that the twin with Down's also had a heart defect)*
"How would I handle this?"
I could feel the tightness in my stomach...the heaviness in my heart. I thought upon the burden it must be to my husband...feeling so responsible...to watch his wife have to go through the last two weeks, the news and now this.
"I have to be strong for him too, Lord."
As we entered the hospital, though it was very nice; it seemed so huge, cold and indifferent to me. It was much larger than the community hospital I delivered the twins at. This hospital had several more floors. We took the elevator down to the Intensive Care Unit. As we entered the area of "caution",we were told to go wash before being allowed to be with our sons. I was to go in one room while my husband another. I didn't like being separated like this. I began to feel very alone and vulnerable to weakness. In this very large washroom we had to put on white gown covers,a mask and scrub our hands and arms in deep sinks. I realized now the seriousness of my child's condition.
Once again I dealt with the language barrier. A lady in the room spoke to me without my understanding. I smiled and said "Bon Jour Madame". I am sure with my lack of proper pronunciation and my American "accent" she understood my dilemma and sympathetic to why she and I were both there.
Upon finishing our task, my husband and I fit right in with all the others in white. Doctors, nurses, technicians and parents. We were kindly escorted around to view the area and see the work that is done in the Intensive Care Unit. It was absolutely amazing. Equipment everywhere, doing it's proper care for preemies, for babies with defects, babies like mine. There were photos of before and after babies and one precious tiny preemie wore mittens someone had knitted that couldn't have been even two inches in size. My heart ached as I saw these many babes with tubes and machines connected to their private little "home" called an isolet.
We were taken over to see our boys. Their names, Charlie and Stephen. Each in his own isolet. Charlie was a bit chunky for a little guy. He weighed about 5.5 pds. Nice big alert brown eyes. We brought clothing for him which the nurse took to change him. It was good to see he was healthy. He never did have a heart murmur as I was told at birth. I think this was said since they had to wait on a doctor to confirm Stephen's condition and to keep them from me for the time being. I don't fault them. It was their way of protecting me without my husband nearby.
As we approached Stephen's isolet, I saw a smaller sweet figure with a tube in his nose for oxygen. Our first touch was through two holes in the glass. We reached in to hold his tiny hand. His size was not all that small...about 4 to 4.5 pds. but he still looked frail with his pale color and closed eyes. My husband and I took turns holding him for a few moments. While holding him, we also had to hold a cone connected to the oxygen so that enough could flow to his face. He was peaceful in our arms. My husband and I would glance at each other acknowledging how unrealistic it all seemed. We still with eyes of hope and assurance knew we would be alright.
The nurses were wonderful and assuring that they were there to help during our future visits. It was comforting to be able to communicate well with them...in English.
Future visits...for how long? We did not know.
I Corinthians 10:13 There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape that ye may be able to bear it.