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This is very ironic, not to mention sad! When Winry first found she was pregnant, everyone, including my own flesh and blood, ragged on me; blaming me for what happened, dissing me when I offered help, calling me in not so many words an incompetent ass! Winry and Sheska were the only ones who didn't demonize me. Yet, now that Winry's had the twins, the only ones who've bothered to see Winry OR the twins ( or asked about them, they only allow family into NICU) were Sheska and, you guessed it, me. Me, the "incompetent ass"!! The very ones who demonized ME haven't bothered to even CALL to ask about HER or the twins!!
I've been to see them every day since the birth. Winry IS able to get around her room, if one of us is helping her. Of course, Sheska helps her to the bathroom -blushes-
The twins? I'm not sure. If this were the early 1900's they wouldn't be here, according to Carol, one of the NICU nurses. They're still on respirators, but they're trying to wean them and getting them to suck. They love my pinky. I was shocked when Carol said I can touch them. I even talk and sing to them. I'm told even with all the equipment, they can hear my voice and know someone's paying attention to them. Winry's not strong enough to make the trip to the NICU, so I got Debbie (another nurse) to take their pictures so I can show her.
Ok, one other person's seen the twins (besides Sheska and me. I convinced them Sheska's family too!), a tiny old woman who I found out was Winry's grandma. -chuckles- She called me a tall drink of water. If I weren't so respectful of women, especially older ones, I'd excuse myself for almost stepping on her! We had a nice conversation, and she looked kinda grim when she spoke with the pediatrician. She told me afterwards that the twins will need special care, if they survive. I don't like the "if" part. I've grown attached to Amarillis and Buttercup (yeah,I named them. At least, til Winry gives them the names SHE wants). However, I hate to say this, but if they do survive, it would not be a bad thing to give them up for adoption, to parents who are more mature (meaning they don't hide under the table!) and can better handle the extra stress and responsibility of caring for their special needs.
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