Today we are spending Father's Day and Andy's 29th birthday in a teeny little hospital room. I've been here since Tuesday, after being admitted for preterm labor. After a few days on some not-so-nice drugs (which I don't remember much of), it seems like labor has slowed down enough for us to hopefully go home tomorrow. The girls are doing fabulously, and they are so strong...it's just their "house" that doesn't seem to understand that it isn't time for them to come out yet.
But Andy has been here the whole time, taking days off from work and sleeping here, so much so that one night nurse commented, "Well, I hear that you just do everything for her!" And he does, making me feel loved and safe even when circumstances leave us scared and worried, and even when he might go crazy from boredom after being in a hospital room for almost a week straight. He woke up this morning from his narrow bench next to my hospital bed without a card or a special gift or surprise; I could only tell him how much I appreciated his presence and was thankful beyond words that he is our new little family's provider and protector.