But it's the only one I have of the boys and I.
And I love it.
Micah is the baby in the front, and Grey is behind him. Micah was resting his head on his brother, which they both seemed to like, despite all the cords bunched up between them.
The little patches on their chest monitor their breathing and temperature.
The clamps on their feet monitors their oxygen and pulse.
They each have an IV in their hands, through which they are getting fluids similar to what they received in utero.
And the tubes in their noses are how I feed them. It runs down into their bellies, so after I pump my milk I suck the milk into a syringe, stick the syringe in the end of tube, and slowly squeeze it out.
I get to hold them to my chest while I do that, since they're too small to really breastfeed, but we want them to equate getting a full belly of food with being at the breast.
And they really are trying to eat, and they nuzzle and root around.
Which is the sweetest thing in the entire world.
And which, apparently, is a really good sign.
And means they're making progress.