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The Call

Wow, so much has happened since my last post.  So, Brandi was admitted into the hospital at 24 weeks.  She brought all sorts of things with her for her "confinement."  Due to her allergy to corn and corn by-products, she was skeptical of eating food prepared by the hospital.  You wouldn't believe all the things one can cook in a bread maker.  Not only can they make a bread loaf, they can also make a mean meatloaf.  They make a passable brownie, too.  She cooked all sorts of things in her hospital room.  The brownies were a huge hit with the nurses.  I spent few nights a week with her.  The couch made into a sort-of bed that wasn't too bad.  The rest of the time I spent at home keeping up the house and pets.  We stayed on routine of a hour monitoring our girls every 8 hours.  Brandi was not on bed-rest and had time to make friends with other people on her floor. 

On Saturday, July 6 I got the call.  It was 3:30am and I had been drifting out of sleep heard my phone go off.  "Jared, my water broke!" I told the older kids what was up, letting them go back to sleep and I was out the door not knowing what would happen and how our girls were doing.

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