One of the pediatricians gave us these words of encouragement early on and we clung to them in the weeks that followed. The time Michelle's apnea was so bad that her alarm went off six times in one hour, I told myself that a better day was likely tomorrow. When we came in to find one of the girls back in an incubator because her temperature had dropped, I looked forward to the next day. I was never disappointed. By far, this is the lesson I've fallen back on the most during the past 19 years. Experience shows me repeatedly that a bad day really is almost always followed by a good day.
 
Avoid the emotional roller coaster, excess information can be bad for your health, keep things in perspective, and a bad day is almost always followed by a good day - not bad coming from two so small their combined weight was less than a sack of flour. Just imagine what they'll have to teach me as adults!