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Bree's first few months of life actually living in our home brought some, er, let's say...hardships and trials. All up until she came home I had been pumping breast milk for her every two to three hours. I quickly learned that that is not possible when you have a preemie and a toddler at home. Riley also learned that the minute Mommy 'hooked' herself up and turned that noisy machine on, that she could do ANYTHING that she wanted, and it would take Mommy at least ten seconds to unhook herself and come chasing after a naughty little Riley. After many nasty spills from falling off of the couch and onto the coffee table, and stressed out from Bree crying because the pump noise scared her I, unwillingly, but necessarily, quit pumping milk for Bree.

The end of January found Bree not gaining weight, not drinking bottles and being admitted to the hospital for failure to thrive. They put in a feeding tube and after a few days of positive weight gain, they sent us home. Two days later, we were back at the hospital because Bree had contracted RSV while in for her feeding tube. During this stay we needed help. Our friend Danielle watched Riley during the day while Adam worked and I stayed with Bree at the hospital. Even Ya-ya (my stepmom) flew out so that she could spend some time with Bree in the hospital. She even stayed with Bree while Adam, Riley and I went out to celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary. We went to the Phoenix zoo since it is so close to the hospital. And, we had a great time!

The rest of February passed with spending time at home, doctors visits, and friends who helped to keep our sanity. :)