As December 24th grew closer I knew it was inevitable that we'd be spending Christmas in the hospital. Not my first choice, but again, if that is what would keep our babies from coming too soon, I was willing to do it. No question.
Dad flew into Salt Lake City on December 22nd to spend Christmas with us. I think this was the fourth or fifth plane ticket Mom and Dad had purchased in the last two months, all on our behalf. Love you!
Christmas Eve quickly approached.
(Below) Mom spend a good portion of the day in my kitchen preparing some delicious appetizers that could easily be transported to the hospital. As fondue was our first choice though, we all joked that putting fondue pots with hot oil in them all over my room wasn't such a good idea. The appetizers worked great and were all we needed--well, and each other.
That night we also played a game that Vicky lent us. It was something to do besides sit around, chat and play on our mobile devices. Have you ever played 'Would You Rather?' Well, we hadn't either. It think my Mom saw my first smile in months when she pulled the card that read Would you rather have your face on the one dollar bill or your butt on the ten dollar bill? We all got a kick out of that one.
Christmas morning quickly approached. At my request I asked that everyone come that morning around 11am. At about 10:50 Logan, Dad, Mom and Ty walked into my room with arm fulls of stockings, gifts and breakfast. Mom also made sure to have some Christmas music playing. Can't forget that!
(Above) Breakfast was Rudolph cinnamon rolls from Kneaders. How cute are they?!
(Below) On top of our amazing gift this year from our parents, our stockings were filled with some of the most awesome goodies this year. Thanks Santa(s)!!
We continued to open gifts and enjoy the family time we had together as everyone (well really Mom and Dad) have been away from each other for over 2 1/2 months.
I opened the small and light in weight gifts in bed. The larger ones I had to have Logan's help with. I was physically weak and stretching, holding and lifting were not going to happen.
(Below) Traditions were not forgotten. A can of olives for everyone!
(Below) Finally, Logan and I opened the last couple gifts of the day. We were excited to see a couple outfits for our babies. Notice they are yellow as we had not yet revealed what we were having. It seemed more real at that point and for weeks those sweet little outfits hung in my hospital room. Every time I looked at them, they gave me hope. Thanks Mom and Dad.
Merry Christmas! May 2014 bring Christmas back at home...
