Ok first, posting shit like this in a forum is not typically my style. However, any resources I've found on this subject are by people who really don't share my worldview.
Last Sunday, my wife called me at work an said I needed to take her to the hospital because she thought he water broke (she was 33 weeks). We got to the hospital, who confirmed and sent her by ambo to another hospital that had a NICU. Monday and Tuesday they gave her meds to stop contractions, fight infection, and develop baby's lungs. Tuesday night she delivered my son(2nd child, first boy). Wednesday I spent making arrangements for our daughter and getting a sitrep on the boy. Wed night I took my daughter to swim class and dinner before dropping her with my brother in law.
By Thursday I felt like we were getting into a routine and I had everything set the way it needed to be for our stay at the NICU. The boy is doing well and there are no significant concerns. Friday, the routine continued and I began to realize that I have done what I needed to do and we are no longer in "emergency mode" and have settled into "sit and wait". At that point I started feeling myself get cranky because I didn't seem to have a useful purpose.
Today my daughter visited for a few hours (I think she thought I lost it with all my hugs) and we took her to lunch before she went home with family. After, my morale dropped again as I didn't have anything useful to do. My wife and I got into it a bit because I wanted to get her food and she didn't want to eat(me just looking to be useful I guess).
Anyway, I'm rambling. Anybody been through this? How did you cope? I'm not worried about the medical part right now. I'm just having a hard time having others take care of my family and not having something to contribute.