So on April 14, 1994, my husband and I (along with close family members) stepped onto, what seemed to be a never-ending roller coaster ride . . .This 'coaster was going full-steam-ahead; and the constant ups-and-downs was enough to just blow you away!!
(As David and I look back on it now, we have absolutely no idea how we got through the next four months, that next year, this past year . . . and so on. Our only explanation is, with each other and the power of God behind us.)
After a few days in the hospital, I was released to go home without my babies. Oh, how I did not want to leave them alone . . . how could we go home and leave them behind? . . .I thought to myself . . . with no other choice we did.
My days would now be made up of:
Getting up in the morning,
pumping my breasts,
getting dressed,
eating whatever I could stomach from nerves,
answering and making a million and one phone calls,
pumping my breasts, again,
and finally leaving for the hospital,
loving and nurturing my twins to the best of my ability,
meeting my husband there in the early afternoon,
eating dinner in the hospital cafe',
spending the rest of the evening with the twins,
returning home, pumping my breasts, again,
phoning the NICU between 11pm and 12am to check on the twins,
going to sleep, in order to get up and start all over again . . .
Each new day brought different ups and downs on the 'coaster. One day Ashli would do well, and Austin not so well; just to have the next day be the complete opposite . . . rarely did we receive a good report on both twins in the same day. And just when we would get confident one of them was doing fine, he or she would up and prove us wrong . . .
By the end of Austin and Ashli's first week of life, our 'coaster began to take a nose dive . . .
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