It's been 169 days since the babies were born, which seems like an instant and an eternity at the same time. At this point, I don't really even remember the NICU anymore. It's like a distant childhood memory that I can only remember flashes of. I can recall brief moments of both terrible and triumphant times that stood out from the day in and day out repetition and misery. I think the human mind has a way of blocking these things out on purpose. Believe it or not, Niklas has been home the same number of days that he was in the NICU (85). The progress at home for all of the babies has been much more dramatic than the NICU.
It's amazing the personalities that they are all developing so early on. When you talk to Gabbie, she smiles as if it's almost too much to bear. She sticks her tongue out and looks away as if she can hardly stand the excitement. Niklas is the talker of the three, loves to be sung to, and even coos along. So far, the ABC's is his favorite song. Lukas is always full of smiles and is a bit of a jokester. When I feed him he likes to fill his mouth up with milk and then spit it back out like you would spit out pool water, and then smile as if he is very proud.
Just to see how far we have come, here is a progress report in pictures of then vs. now. Lukas is on top, Gabbie in the middle and Niklas on the bottom.