Updates, Updates, wherefore art thou Updates?

Sorry to all two of you who read this blog. I haven't been updating it, mainly because I haven't uploaded photos from the camera yet (soon I promise). Also because I haven't slept in a while. James has developed colic, and last night screamed for 3 hours straight between feeds while his stomach was twisting and turning inside him. Poor little boy.

Apart from the night antics, we have done little to warrant an update. Thomas continues to improve slightly each time we see him, but the rate is very slow. He's demand feeding now, and continues to take most of his feed via sucking at the bottle. They have had to tube progressively less and less. When he is taking all his feed consistently, then we can bring him home.

James has blossomed at home, picking up weight at a good pace. When he went for his first inoculations we weighed him, and he is a healthy 2.7 kgs (we were discharged with him at 2.26 kgs). Thomas, by contrast, has slowed. When James was discharged, Thomas read a pleasing (from a purely mathematical symmetry point of view) 2.62. He's now 2.78 kgs. A gain is a gain; but 440 grams (by James) is much more than 160 grams (by Thomas).

We have read that this is common for twins, as they will catch each other up early on, before growing at the same rate. Nature makes up for the differences at birth, bringing them back to the "identical" part of their existence. Ain't it beautiful?

Speaking of which they are still lady killers, and continue (when not screaming blue murder) to make our lives complete. Poor Claudia is dead on her feet, and her mood spirals down at night when Thomas isn't there, and she's acutely aware of it, but it picks up again. We're handling it, and that, at the end of the day, is all that matters.