I was in hospital for 9 days before I was discharged. This time around I did not have the luxury of having my husband stay with me in hospital, so those first couple of weeks were quite hard on both of us. For me, it would have been nice having someone to help me get around after another C-section, and for him he missed out on spending those first couple of weeks bonding with the girls.
Once I was released from hospital, I was provided with a bed in the boarder mother's room. I ended up spending my nights at home though with my son, who was only 14 months old at the time. I would get up around 4:30 and drive in to the hospital, spend the day with the twins, and then head home for dinner and a sleep.
The girls were tube fed for the first 2 weeks, and then bottle fed, so there was no reason for me to stay overnight other than to be near them. However I did have my son to consider as well, and I missed him terribly during those first 9 days when I was still admitted to hospital.
The twins spent their first night in isolettes. I managed to get myself into a wheelchair to go down to the nursery and see them. It was so strange having to keep switching between the two, and trying to give them both the same amount of attention. I have to say it felt completely surreal. Not less than 2 years earlier I had given up on having children altogether, and now I was looking at my twin girls (babies # 2 and 3).
Here is a photo my husband took a few hours after they were born. Alyssa is on the left, and Olivia on the right.
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