Alex and Andy just hanging out.
When Andy and Alex were born...we were lucky in a way. We never had children before so we had no idea how hard it was going to be so we weren't that scared about having two. We also never had a sick child so we didn't know the difference. We went at it head on.
The dematologist that diagnosed what Andy had told us to take him home, enjoy him while we could because he wouldn't be here for long. This he told us with a straight face while I held Andy with tears coming down my face. No sympathy, no offer of tissue. More like "That is how it is, so good luck." Well, I took that as a challenge--we were going to beat it and we were going to show that doctor!
We had twins...more so than having a sick child. I loved to dress them alike. Introduce them to everybody. Watch them sleep together. Even in their "goo-goo, gaa, gaa" stage they seemed to be talking to each other and knowing what the other was saying.
Alex was always very good when we had to tend to Andy. Always really quiet and content. Usually when we were done with Andy is when he would start to fuss. He know that we had time for him now. Andy's bilsters needed to be popped with a needle. It is had to pop with sqirming arms and legs. It took time to get used to it. There were times when I would poke Andy. Andy wouldn't make a sound, but you could hear Alex cry out from across the room! The "twin thing" is very unique.
Andy had a tough time in the beginning. He would get blisters in his mouth from sucking on the bottle. Blisters in his throat just from drinking. He would cry and cry and we couldn't help him. I can remember sitting on my bed with him and just praying that God would take him. How can he live like this. I never asked God to take him again!