God is working around the clock in the NICU. The quads are stable. The boys are good. The girls are improving. I am exhaling a little. Holding my breath is very tiring. The nurses caution me that things are going well for now. I get the feeling that things can change in a heartbeat. I just keep praying.
Callie is SO happy to have her mommy and daddy again. She is giggly and goofy and sweet. Somehow, I think a part of her will always belong to me, though. After celebrating Sarah's return, Callie got sleepy. She grabbed a blanket, looked at Sarah, looked at me, and then looked at Sarah again. Then she climbed in my lap. She told Sarah, "Mamaw takes care of me. Mamaw loves me." Yes, I do.