Yeah, the last two put me through the ringer, that's for sure. Princess was 3 lb, 6 oz and The Barbarian was 3 lb, 9 oz. She breathed on her own but he had to be resusitated and was on a vent for a short time. They spent 5 crazy weeks in the NICU and came home on monitors (son had oxygen for feedings). Five weeks later, RSV hit and my Barbarian was back in the hospital...came home on continuous oxygen. After that he was diagnosed with scar tissue in his lungs and we've been fighting it ever since <huge sigh>
Princess seems to have come out of the preemie experience unscathed, though a bit on the petite side. My beloved Barbarian has a few issues though. He delights in entertaining a boatload of "-ologists," plus speech, physical and occupational therapists, LOL.
As for the rest of the kids, hubby lost his 2nd wife to brain cancer the year before we met/married, so his 12 (g) and 10 (b) year olds are all mine. His two oldest were already grown so not much contact there. My oldest is 21 (b) and currently taking care of his work injured dad. My 16-yr-old daughter is driving me nuts! My 14-yr-old (b) is the ADHD poster child, as is our 10-yr-old (b). About the only one at home who isn't contributing to my insanity is the 12-yr-old...oh, wait--she just hit puberty, is the PMS Princess and practices her violin incessantly. Never mind!
Ugh...I need my beauty sleep. G'nite!