Everett was at home throwing up, poor guy. Cary was traveling back and forth between home and the hospital, but spending most of his time with me. We were getting down to the NICU as much as we could, and trying to divide our time between the three girls. Unfortunately, they were not only in separate beds, but separate rooms. So Cary and I would try to be there at most of the feeding times, and alternate who fed which baby. We had trouble at first deciding which name would go with which girl, because we couldn't see them side-by-side. (We thought for sure that we'd be able to tell Maddie and Gwyn apart when they were together, but when we brought them home we said "Uh oh!" They really are identical!!! We finally found a difference in their ears which we used to tell them apart for a while.)
Gwyn (I think)
That was really a marathon time in our lives. Looking back, I don't know how we made it through. We just did what we had to do and had some wonderful support from church and family members. We had meals, 8 hours of help during the day, and Cary helping me at night (for round-the-clock feedings every three hours, each of which took an hour for two people).