Well, the saga that began on Monday when my daughter was admitted to the hospital six weeks ahead of her due date because she had preclampsia finally ended last night when she delivered two beautiful, identical twin boys. Her huband, her sister (my other daughter), her best friend, her mother-in-law and I were pretty much there around the clock, with quick runs home to shower and change in between. She was constantly monitored by a high-risk pregnancy team who managed to keep her stable long enough to get two steroid shots into her 24 hours apart to help the boy’s lungs get ready to breathe on their own.”Baby A” was born at 9:27 last night weighing 4 lbs 3 oz, and “Baby B” was born at 9:42 weighing 4 lbs 13 oz. We - the other grandma and I -  got to go upstairs to the neonatal intensive care unit about an hour later to see them with their dad. Omigoodness. They are like perfect little miniature angels! They both held my (super-clean, scrubbed with anti-bacterial foam) little finger in their tiny little fists, and I just melted into a puddle on the floor, of course. DH and I will be heading up there soon so that he can see them - and my daugher, naturally, who is doing fine now that the babies have been born. 

On another note, I may not be able to weigh myself on schedule this coming Saturday because catching meals in hospital cafeterias when you’re tired and stressed out seems to lead to overindulging in stuff you wouldn’t normally eat. Ack.

Back later -

Hugs,

Z