Matt has asked me to post on how I am doing. The quick and easy answers are 'fine' and 'better'. I will try explain a little more for you. I will start at the beginning. The first few days I felt as though I had just had major abdominal surgery and my family was coming to visit me. It was hard to imagine that I had a baby because I only got a glimpse of her. The first time I was able to go see and hold her for a moment it was as if I did not recognize her. I am thankful that within a few days from those moments Whitney and I have had many opportunities to bond and there is no doubt in my mind which baby in the NICU is mine. It has been difficult to have the nurses tell me what Whitney likes or how she cries before a feeding. I am looking forward to taking her home and knowing these things for myself. It is just not natural. I find myself having unjust anger/jealousy towards her nurses for knowing her better than I do (I am working on this). I have to say that my calling as a mother has been solidified by these many hours of not being able to be a mother to my girls. I hope I am able to remember this in the future when I am ready to pull my hair out of frustration.
Currently, Whitney and I spend every afternoon together during Fiona's nap. If you have been wanting to visit us for a few minutes this would be a good time. I may be nursing so you may need to wait a little bit but they will let you know at the NICU front desk.