Look at these girls. You would never know they were sick at all. All they needed to get over their pneumonia were these new shirts from focoloco. Thanks Suzy & Ferris!

So, the only thing harder than raising twin infants, is taking care of sick twin infants. Ok, triplets might be harder, but I am lucky to not have triplets, so don't make me think about it.

The rundown. Anya got pneumonia and she and I spent 3 days in a hospital room. Her in a giant crib, attached to an IV, getting breathing treatments every 2 hours. Me, sleeping on a cot without a shower. Meanwhile, Jeff was at home with Rachel, whose cold seemed to get worse with each day. Xmas morning, Anya and I had been home for a few days. Grandma had come to help. Off Jeff and I went with Rachie to the emergency room. Whoohoo! Two sick babies. Rachel, too, had pneumonia. She was lucky that the worst of her hospital stay involved an xray with a tech whose tattoos and spikey hair, Rachie thought were wicked cute.

It is the day after new years and we are all nearly better. We haven't been to daycare in two weeks, so who knows how tomorrow will go!

So, our first big crisis is done. I can't say I stayed calm through it all. I can say I am stronger than I thought I was. Watching a nurse try to give your tiny baby an IV for an hour might make another person freak out, but I dealt and was strangely calm. Throughout this whole motherhood thing, I have kept waiting to lose it. To break. But I haven't yet and that is rad. I haven't yet and that is cool.

Oh crap, I forgot to mention the diaper rash....