tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127924220361079782024-03-13T15:15:58.110-04:00Double EverythingA blog about life with our two babies at home!Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-16777571718003832882012-11-14T15:32:00.002-05:002012-11-14T15:35:10.124-05:00Sleep (Or Lack Thereof)Sleep. It's one of those things that parents tend to obsess about. "How are they sleeping?" "Are you getting any sleep?" "Sleep while the baby sleeps!" Sleep schedules, sleep training, co-sleeping... Are you overwhelmed yet?<br />
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G and A have always been decent sleepers. The only "complaint" that I have these days (and it really isn't that big of a complaint, most nights) is that <i>if</i> they do wake, they are pretty much garunteed to end up in our bed. It starts by whisking the whimpering baby out of his/her bed before the cries reach a point that would threaten to wake their neighbor - one baby is managable in the middle of the night, two can quickly tip the scales into Crazy Town. Usually there is some bopping around the living room or snuggles on the couch, but most of the time my sleepy, lazy parenting skills kick in and we head straight back to the Big Bed. "Just until they fall back asleep," is what I usually whisper to the grumbling husband lump beside me, but it never fails that <i>just until they fall back asleep</i> ends the next morning when all three of us wake up in a tangle of legs and arms and blankets and pacis. <br />
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Like I said, it's easy to get overwhelmed with sleep (or lack thereof). Early this morning though, as I was removing Audrey's foot from my kidney and replacing her paci for the 748th time, I was struck with a thought - <b>there was a time when I would have given anything to wake up to a crying baby.</b> Back when it was my screaming alarm waking me up every 3 hours, dragging me out of a fitful sleep to first hook myself up the ungainly tubes and plastic of the pump, and then to punch the over-used speed dial that kept me connected through the night to those teeny babies in the plastic boxes. Then, they were a few miles up the road instead of just down the hall, but for how I felt the distance could have been halfway from here to England. <i>Back then, I wished so badly to have a crying baby in my bed. </i><br />
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And I know too, there will come a day - probably a lot sooner than I am prepared for - that my babies will be grown and not need (or want!) to snuggle in bed with me. And that will probably break my heart too and I will wish again for a crying baby in my bed. So yeah, I wake up with a stiff neck and bags under my eyes that you could pack a lunch in. But it's just a season, and really? I want to take the time to revel in it. <br />
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We always go exploring after naps. This day was apparently a rock-collecting day.</div>
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Fall in Georgia can be SO wonky. 58 in the morning, 75 by the afternoon. We wear lots of layers here for a trip to the park. </div>
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I did my civil duty. Insert political statement here.</div>
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Grayson says it's hard to be a toddler.</div>
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I snapped this on one of our afternoon walks. I guess next week I'll be buying her a car.</div>
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We had pictures taken for our Christmas cards (by the AMAZING Amy of <a href="http://www.amyephotos.com/" target="_blank">Amy E Photography</a> ) I can't wait to get them back!</div>
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I made margarita cupcakes for a birthday dinner at a Mexican place. They were super yum.</div>
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<br />Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-84530941483767919422012-11-05T13:31:00.000-05:002012-11-05T16:38:05.818-05:00Post-Traumatic<blockquote><b>trau·ma<i></i></b> [trou-muh, traw-] <br />
<i>noun, plural trau·mas, trau·ma·ta [-muh-tuh]</i> <br />
1. Pathology <br />
a. a body wound or shock produced by sudden physical injury, as from violence or accident. <br />
b. the condition produced by this; traumatism. <br />
<b>2. Psychiatry. <br />
a. an experience that produces psychological injury or pain. <br />
b. the psychological injury so caused. </b><br />
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The first time my doctor mentioned it to me, I scoffed. <b>"PTSD?"</b> I asked, "isn't that what happens to soldiers? To people who have been through shootings or bombings or plane crashes? <i>Surely, a little time in the NICU doesn't qualify me for that</i>." <br />
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"Jessica," she leveled with me, "<b>your babies almost died.</b> If that's not traumatic, I don't know what is."<br />
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I've always been <i>emotional, passionate,</i> maybe even a little <i>high-strung.</i> I've struggled with anxiety in my past. But the feelings I had about the babies birth and the months that followed - the worry, the worst-case scenario thoughts, the sleeplessness and anger and weight gain - I thought it was normal. Anyone in my position would feel the same, right? <br />
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For almost a year, I assumed that <i>insert next step</i> would make it better. Once they were off the ventilators, not so sick, out of the isolettes, on their way home. After we ditched the oxygen, stopped their meds, gained some weight, got through the scary winter, came off quarantine. Certianly, once this or that happened, I would feel better. <i>Right?</i> Except not. Because there we were, inching towards the babies' first birthday, and if anything I was feeling worse than the day they were born. I was constantly holding my breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop.<br />
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And with those four words - "your babies almost died" - my doctor validated all my feelings. Because she was right, so very very right. I had watched their heartbeats space out on monitors, seen their lips turn gray and felt their bodies go limp. Infections and setbacks and alarms dinging, things that haunt most mother's nightmares - that was my reality. And like it or not, it changed me.<br />
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So I started seeing a therapist, and I started taking Prozac. Are drugs right for everyone? No. <i>But they were right for me.</i> I'm not afraid any more. The nightmares have stopped, I can fall asleep easily, I can leave the house without melting down first. I don't feel guilty taking an hour for myself to go workout or have dinner with friends. I am living, <i>really living</i>, and enjoying my babies. Getting help through the medicine and the therapy does not make me less of a person, or less of a mother. In fact, it's just the opposite - I am a better overall for it. It has been over 6 months now, and while I hope I don't have to do this forever <i>I know if I do, that's ok too.</i><br />
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So there you have it, friends. That's what has kept me from my little corner of the internet. I have been wanting to "come clean", but I was nervous. It was hard to put it into words. And don't get me wrong, our little life has been amazing, but I felt almost like a phony typing up these happy, chipper posts without telling you the truth behind them. <br />
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And now you know. This little flower needs sunshine AND rain to flourish :) <br />
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<img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7207/6823441190_4fd2525654_o.png">Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-86148261125149705102012-10-03T21:02:00.000-04:002012-10-03T21:04:18.238-04:00Letters to the Babies: 18 MonthsGrayson and Audrey, <br />
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First of all, your mama is a big fat slacker. Sorry your "monthly letters" skipped from seven months to 18 months. Whoops. It's been a busy year, ok?<br />
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Second, eighteen months. <i>What?</i> I know I did not just type that. Eighteen month olds are like, toddlers. They are big. They are not babies. Surely that is not you.<br />
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Except somehow, it is. <br />
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As I am typing this, you two are literally chasing each other back and forth across the living room, giggling and sqealing and passing toys back and forth. This is the scene that I dreamed of when I first saw those two flickering heartbeats on the ultrasound screen. Then you two had to go and come 16 weeks early and this is exactly the scene that I was too scared to picture. I was so terrified that I would lose one or both of you in those early days I could barely picture the next 30 minutes, much less 18 months from then. <br />
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But somehow, here we are.<br />
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People used to warn me about these days. "You just wait, Jessica," they would say. "One day those two will be running circles around you and you won't even be able to keep up!" And it would make me so sad to hear this, because back then we were just pushing for you to breathe on your own, and normal things like walking and running seemed so far off in our questionable future that I couldn't picture it ever happening. They were right though, you know. I chase after you two all day until I'm dizzy, and then fall into bed utterly exhausted and so full to the brim with love that I could burst. I love you two so very very much and I hope that I never ever stop marvelling at you, my miracle babies (even when you're 17 and screaming that you hate me). <br />
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All the way up to the moon, and all the way back again,<br />
Your Mama <br />
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<img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7207/6823441190_4fd2525654_o.png">Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-33001728950053275402012-09-28T09:00:00.000-04:002012-09-28T09:00:04.416-04:00Seester LoveLots of exciting things have happened in the five months I was blog-absent, but one of the <b>most</b> exciting things is that Grayson and Audrey are getting a new cousin!!! My sister is pregnant with a little boy and due in January. I am so excited for squishy baby snuggles (because my two not-so-babies are way too busy for snuggles) and to watch my baby sister grow into the amazing, quirky mom I know she's going to be. <br />
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Caitlin and I could not be any more different as people, but as sisters we have always gotten along pretty well (except for one unfortunate high school incident involving a stolen sweater and a glass of orange juice). She was studying abroad in Australia when my whole birth-drama went down, but she was one of the biggest cheerleaders for all three of us on from afar.<br />
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Anywho, she sent me this letter today and said I could share it here. Get your hankies ready. <br />
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<blockquote>A and G (and yo mama):<br />
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I am 22 weeks pregnant with your cousin! WOO HOO! This is important for SO many reasons. I am almost to my final trimester. I feel great, I can feel little Cooper kick and kick and kick (it is so weird and SO comforting), and it is also strangely a very personal milestone. A bit over a year and a half ago your mama was in the exact same place I am now (with you two in her belly) when she went into labor.<br />
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Now, it may seem like a strange thing to consider a milestone. Let me explain one thing that will hopefully take you years and years to understand (and G you might never quite get it): pregnant women are crazy, hormonal, emotional, crazy, insane, irrational, crazy versions of normal people. That also said, this puts my understanding of what your mama went through into a whole new perspective.<br />
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Let me just say, at this very moment I do not have a crib. I haven’t had a shower. There are maybe three onsies and a few bits and bobs that I have purchased for Coop to wear, and most of that has come from friends or Mimi. Most of my baby stuff is actually hand me downs from you two… My point is, at this time in the pregnancy it is absolutely unfathomable to have a baby on its way in a matter of weeks. It is just far too early!!<br />
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So, basically, you should be pretty proud of your mama, if not for anything but keeping it together. The early labor part was just the initial scary uphill climb of the craziest of crazy rollercoasters that not even any of us moms can understand. You should also realize that when she freaks out about everything from your first skinned knee to your first date it is because she knows what it is like to not have those three months of comfort with you right there where you are supposed to be in her belly. Being able to keep your baby (no matter how old) right where you want them is a fight that we ALL will go through, and with her it is going to be even more intense. She has the right (perhaps even more than the rest of us do) to be the crazy, insane, emotional mom that we all will be at one time or another.<br />
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I consider this a milestone not only because of your mama, but also because of you two. Although you wouldn’t remember a lick of it, you two kicked some major ass in life before you were even three months old. You beat the odds and you came out of that three month NICU stay little champs. I was absolutely blown away when I first saw you (it was just after you came out of the hospital and I was lucky enough to be unemployed and sporadically staying on your mama’s couch- so we got to spend so much time together!) You two were so perfect! CUTE! And smart! I am so grateful for those few months I had with you guys. Basically, in my deranged pregnancy brain if your mama and you two made it with a traumatic labor at 22 weeks, then Coop will hopefully be okay too. You two give all little preemie and non-preemie babies so much hope!<br />
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I can’t wait for you guys to meet Coop, and I can’t wait to watch you grow and learn and be old enough to tell all the crazy stories about your mama that you would never believe. You have made my life so much bigger and I am so appreciative for this milestone and for all the milestones we will share in the future! I love you all so much.<br />
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Love and smooches,<br />
Xx Cray aunt Cait</blockquote><br />
I know. <i>I KNOW.</i> I love her, too.<br />
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(And also, any stories she tells about me are lies, flasehoods, and embellishments. My teenage years were full of calm, rational, smart decisions. That's my story and I'm stickin to it.)<br />
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Does anyone remember me? I'm the one with the two cute babies.<br />
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Except technically they're not babies anymore. Sometime between my last blog post in April and them turing 18 months (WHAT) they turned into these funny, mobile, opinionated, amazing <b>toddlers</b>.<br />
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They're still pretty dang cute though :)<br />
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<img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7207/6823441190_4fd2525654_o.png" />Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-56656169602396589782012-04-30T20:36:00.000-04:002012-04-30T20:36:06.095-04:00Baby's First ER TripAs the First Birthday mark came and went, I had a little bit of sadness at our dwindling list of "Firsts" to look forward to. Sure, there's steps, and words, and days of school, and fun things like that. But with the First Birthday, all the other holidays have past and have lost the title of "First". We've had first smiles and first laughs and first time trying solid food. <i>My babies are growing up and it makes me kinda sad, yall.</i> Each First we pass makes me a little bit more nostalgic.<br />
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<b>Except this one.</b> This one was no fun.<br />
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To my credit, we made it 9 months out of the hospital - and through RSV season! - before we had to go back. That's pretty good, by preemie standards.<br />
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All day Thursday though, and into Friday, Audrey was pretty fussy. She can be a little on the dramatic side sometimes <i>(I have no idea where she gets it from)</i> so I chalked it up to teething, and offered up all my go-to teething tricks. Friday she catnapped all day (so not like her) and before lunchtime she felt a little warm, so I added a dose of Tylenol to the mix before I fed her and put her down for her nap. When my mom (who was visiting) got her up from that nap, Audrey was <i>burning up.</i> I scrambled for the thermometer, stuck it under her armpit, and watched the numbers creep up. And up. <i>And up. </i><br />
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<b>103.2</b><br />
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I'd be lying if I said I didn't panic a little. I have never seen the numbers on a thermometer go that high. I called our pediatrician in a panic, but seeing as it was late Friday afternoon by this point he said that our best bet would be to skip his office and go straight the the ER at the Children's Hospital. We called Chris to come home early, left Grayson with my mom and headed out.<br />
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I've never been to the ER. I've never broken a bone or had food poisoning bad enough to warrant a visit *knocks on wood*. I've been to the hospital before - I had outpatient surgery once, and I visited my brother when we was born. And that whole 15-day stay in L&D when I had the babies. But I had never been to the ER. I was only slightly terrified. <br />
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When we got there though, it really wasn't that bad. They triaged her, took her vitals, and we only waited about 30 minutes before we were shown to a room. <br />
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Everyone at Scottish Rite was <i>wonderful</i>. The nurses and doctor we saw were so good with Audrey. Don't get me wrong, the visit itself was miserable. They had to insert a catheter to get a urine sample, and four nurses all tried to get blood from her with no success (apparently her veins are still terrible from all the NICU sticks). But the people? <b>Fantastic.</b><br />
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All her tests came back normal though, and her fever broke with the combination of some Motrin plus one more dose of Tylenol and she was back to her smiley, charming self. The doctor said it was most likely just a virus. She also said that A was one of the prettiest babies she had ever seen. I don't now jack about the medical part but I totally agree with her on the latter :)<br />
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And by the next day, she was totally back to normal. She felt so good, in fact, that she was able to figure out this new trick.<br />
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Thanks to everyone who was able to come out and make our day special, and thanks to <i>you</i> for indulging this mama and letting me share those adorable pictures :) I think my kids are so stinkin cute and I don't think I'm one bit biased about that, either. <br />
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<img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7207/6823441190_4fd2525654_o.png">Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-82040444348320683012012-04-09T22:04:00.000-04:002012-04-09T22:04:47.921-04:00My Lovin' Arms Are For YouI knew from Day 1 that Chris was going to be a fantastic daddy. It was one of the (many) things that made me fall in love with him. <br />
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<i>He has exceeded every expectation I have had.</i><br />
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<big><big>Happy birthday to the most amazing husband and father I could have ever hoped to dream for. We love you!!!</big></big> <br />
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<center><b>In a world<br />
That gets lost making plans<br />
I'll just be your woman<br />
And you can be my man<br />
--Green River Ordinance, <i>Dancing Shoes</i></b></center><br />
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<small>*Photo courtesy of the wonderful and brilliantly talented Mrs. Jennifer LeMay of <a href="http://photojennixphotography.com/">Photojennix Photography!</a></small>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-47849563155391297692012-04-08T23:41:00.001-04:002012-04-08T23:50:43.210-04:00No Longer Will We WeepEaster was our first holiday with the babies. Last year, I spent the day hunched over tiny plastic boxes, using one finger to gently stroke those teeny little miracles. <br />
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In the midst of my sadness at just how <i>unfair</i> it all was, I was sent a really lovely message from the lady who was my LifeTeen leader in high school. KJ was pretty awesome back then, and she has since moved away and started an adorable family of her own. In her message, she wrote this:<br />
<i>"I know everyone will say not to be hard on yourself, but I also know that as a Mom, it's what we do. I encourage you to ask for Mary's intercession* because <b>she can relate to you better than anyone</b>. After all, standing helplessly at the Crucifixion, she surely had to feel like the worst Mom ever as she stood there unable to stop her son's pain and feeling somehow responsible." </i><br />
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I mean... <b>woah</b>, right? What a profound statement. But really, how true! If anyone could understand the pain a Mama's heart feels at a hurting child, it's Mary. Her Son felt the ultimate pain, made the ultimate sacrifice, for us. <i>And she was there to witness it.</i><br />
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I'm so thankful for a Savior who was hung on an old cross so many years ago as His mama watched, who rose again and hugged that mama one more time as He wiped all our sins clean. I've relied on the grace of Jesus many, many, many times in the last year, and I am unendingly grateful for where we are now. <i>This Easter was so beautiful.</i><br />
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<b><center>Mary in your mourning<br />
Turn now as you weep<br />
Look up to see a Savior<br />
Oh and, sing Mary sing<br />
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<small>*For those of you who don't know, I was born and raised Catholic. If you're interested in what it means to ask for an intercession, there's a good article on it <a href="http://campus.udayton.edu/mary/questions/faq/faq17.html">here</a>.</small>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-15471774094274484302012-03-28T19:58:00.001-04:002012-03-28T19:58:49.027-04:00Wordless Wednesday: Daddy's Little Girl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4iLmbBXph_S9HARRyUV5EdGR39xzg-vGKvwZRCSDGw9f1V4MSs08AdosFCe8JRfWhxvTblWTapPpHZ54vtL6x7e9Gqwlg8htIUu7tUrnJGhob1AlRKAi_4t-dD1wSfAAXaE60F1-KWoD/s1600/daddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="265" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4iLmbBXph_S9HARRyUV5EdGR39xzg-vGKvwZRCSDGw9f1V4MSs08AdosFCe8JRfWhxvTblWTapPpHZ54vtL6x7e9Gqwlg8htIUu7tUrnJGhob1AlRKAi_4t-dD1wSfAAXaE60F1-KWoD/s400/daddy.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7207/6823441190_4fd2525654_o.png">Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-34522565527520532942012-03-27T09:00:00.002-04:002012-03-27T09:00:08.090-04:00Bedrest MemoirsI don't think I've mentioned it much outside of my birth story, but before the twins were born, I spent 12 days on hospital bedrest. I didn't start this blog until <i>after</i> they were born though, so I don't really have a good account of what went down in those 12 days. And this was not just "prop your feet up, take it easy" bedrest. This was "flat on my back, bed tipped head-down, do not sneeze, do not sit up, do not pass go, do not collect $200"<b> bedrest</b>. I tried to write about it in my paper journal but I was high as a kite the whole time and only wrote in there about 3 times. Oh, and we have one really hysterical and disturbing video that Chris took of me, cross-eyed and rambling about chicken fingers from Dairy Queen. <i>I don't know either.</i><br />
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(Sidenote: I find it ironically funny that I was THAT pregnant lady who absolutely wouldn't take anything more than Tylenol - I even Googled the ingredients in my facewash before I would use it. Then I went into labor at 22 weeks and spent 12 days being pumped full of all kinds of drugs. Best laid plans, right?)<br />
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Anywho, Birthday Week has made me all <strike>weepy</strike> nostalgic, so I thought I'd talk a little about the time I spent in bed. Most of it is one big blur (see again: high as a kite) but there are some things that still stand out in my mind.<br />
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-Trying to brush my teeth was hilarious. Like I said, I couldn't even sit up, so they would bring me my toothbrush and put one of those vomit-catchers next to my head, and I would have to crane my neck to spit without getting it all over me. It took a couple tries to get it right but I was a pro by the end of it.<br />
-Eating was hard, too. I quickly got to the point where I could only handle soft, easily digested foods. My poor father-in-law went to Cracker Barrel three days in a row before he was able to scrounge up some of their sweet potato casserole for me. <br />
-The Mag Sulfate IV I had made me feel like I was burning up from the inside out. I was constantly begging everyone around me to turn the air down "just a little bit more <i>pleaaaaase</i>". Except then my feet would freeze, so I would beg for more blankets. I would literally have four blankets folded up and piled on my feet, and beads of sweat on my forehead at the same time. <br />
-The hospital TV had like, 9 of the most random channels. I watched SO MUCH Food Network. <br />
-Chris had made friends with a few of the ER nurses during his time on road patrol with the Sheriff's Office, and one of them came and washed my hair for me after a couple days. It was at 3am after her shift had ended and she used a (clean) male urine catcher and a (clean) bedpan. <br />
-Audrey's water ruptured about a week into my stay. The nurse I had that day cried when she told me my AmnioSure test came back positive. <i>I cannot say enough how amazing my care was while I was there. </i><br />
-The babies had to be constantly monitored because of all the aforementioned medicines, but they were so tiny at the time that it was hard to keep them on the monitors. One particularly crafty nurse made the nursing students stand for 20 minutes holding the monitors on my belly so we could get a good reading. They had just come from their first birth experience, they were all so pumped up and then they got to me and had to just stand there for the better part of half an hour. Poor kids. <br />
-Before everything went down, my biggest fear about labor was that I wouldn't have time to shave my legs before delivery. <i>How's that for perspective?</i> Pretty sure my legs were the hairiest they had ever been by that point. <br />
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Crazy times. I still can't believe that was a year ago.<br />
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<img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7207/6823441190_4fd2525654_o.png">Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-24029856499474908312012-03-26T21:40:00.000-04:002012-03-26T21:40:24.501-04:00Welp, It's Official...I have <b>ONE-YEAR-OLDS.</b><br />
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<i>Crazy.</i><br />
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The party was a huge success. We could not have asked for a prettier day and (most) everyone we loved was there to celebrate with us. It was a lovely celebration of our crazy year! <br />
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I know I've said it over and over, but <i>I feel like the luckiest mama alive.</i><br />
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<img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7207/6823441190_4fd2525654_o.png">Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-80855857641733289142012-03-23T23:47:00.000-04:002012-03-23T23:47:22.134-04:00DITL finale!It's just before midnight, so I'm totally getting this in on time!<br />
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The babies' birthday party is tomorrow and then their birthday is Sunday. <i>I can't even stand it.</i> I'm pretty excited for the weekend <strike>but tonight I'm going to cry myself to sleep</strike>. I'll be back Monday with tons of pictures, our 1-year update, and some pretty sappy letters to the babies.<br />
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But for now, here's Part 5, the final part of our DITL!<br />
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Time check!<br />
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After-nap nursing<br />
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Back into the entertainers for a minute<br />
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While I fight the dog hair battle<br />
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Daddy's home!!!<br />
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Which means I get to sneak out<br />
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And go to the grocery store. <i>I know.</i> I have such a wild life.<br />
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Get home, unload, start the potatoes to boil<br />
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Dinner time for babies!<br />
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Carrot puree, avocado, grilled cheese<br />
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Yum!<br />
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Bathtime for Grayson. I have never in my life met a baby that loves bathtime more than this kid.<br />
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Audrey's turn! This kid loves being naked. <i>I hope she grows out of that before she's 16.</i><br />
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Babies hang out and doze<br />
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While I finish dinner<br />
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Shephard's Pie, yum!<br />
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Watch a little BBT while we eat (such a BAD HABIT)<br />
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Bedtime for babies!<br />
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Bedtime bottle prep, monitors and sleep sacks, and babies are ready for bed!<br />
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Bottles and snuggles<br />
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Good night babies!<br />
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Time to relax! Chris got me some fro-yo on his way home and it's been waiting for me in the freezer all night. I enjoy it while I brush up on my speech for the MOD kickoff (that was the next day - it went really well!) and play on the internet/hang out with Chris for awhile<br />
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Bedtime routine<br />
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Check on the babies one more time<br />
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And it's bedtime for me!<br />
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I read on my Kindle til I fall asleep. This was <i>Matched</i> - it was really good! <br />
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Sooooo that was my day. Not really that interesting, huh?<br />
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<img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7207/6823441190_4fd2525654_o.png">Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-67950296973708671722012-03-22T08:00:00.003-04:002012-03-22T15:21:11.775-04:00Part 4!<p><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/noexplaination/pic/0001y2eg" width="320" height="480"><br />
Time check!<br />
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After our "lunch" it is naptime... can you tell?<br />
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We have to do 2 fortified bottles a day to add calories to help the babies keep their weight up. It's pumped milk with a teaspoon of 22-calorie special (FRICKIN EXPENSIVE) preemie formula. <br />
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Double fisting, oh yeah<br />
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Sleep tight babies!<br />
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Finally it's mom time! Throw some leftovers in the microwave for lunch.<br />
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Pull something out to defrost for dinner<br />
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Lunch! Leftover chicken from <a href="www.betweenthelinesblog.net">Laura's</a> Crockpot Chicken Ceasar Sandwiches. Except we were out of bread (are you noticing a trend here?) so I had to eat it over lettuce.<br />
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Not pictured again: me stuffing my face<br />
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What was that noise? Mmm hmm. <i>Busted.</i><br />
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Remove the culprit before she wakes up the brother. Snuggle some and try to convince her that she does, in fact, want to go back to sleep.<br />
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Success!<br />
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And finally, mom time again. Play on the internet and watch some Teen Mom 2 reruns. What can I say? I like to keep my mind stimulated.<br />
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Get this email. Woo hoo!<br />
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Negate my healthy lunch by polishing off the rest of the box of Girl Scout cookies.<br />
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Grayson stirs too so I bring him out to join us.<br />
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More pumping.<br />
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I totally forgot about the laundry I started earlier so I run to go switch it over.<br />
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Annnnd naptime is officially over.<br />
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Chris comes home next!<br />
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<img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7207/6823441190_4fd2525654_o.png">Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-78618531996476247872012-03-21T22:12:00.001-04:002012-03-21T22:57:00.755-04:00Part 3 of Our DITL!Let's look at more of my life, shall we?<br />
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(I told yall there was nothing exciting here. But maybe it is for the best, because when I do venture out it just ends up awkward.)<br />
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Morning nap time is over, so I put on some kid's music<br />
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And toss the babies on the bed to get some cleaning done. Not pictured: me making the bed around them. Not as easy as it sounds.<br />
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Do some (obviously much needed) dusting<br />
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Stick the babies in their entertainers<br />
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Which gives me time to throw in a load of laundry, unload and reload the dishwasher, and change out all my Scentsy warmers (to Berries and Bubbly, which smells delicious by the way!)<br />
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Mid morning snack<br />
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Then the floor toys come out! <br />
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We play on the floor for like an hour. Shape sorters, ring stackers, crinkle books, lots of banging things together. <br />
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Audrey practices her scooting backwards skills<br />
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Read a book together<br />
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Then it's lunchtime! We just recently added this 3rd "solids meal", so we're starting off small - bananas and mum-mums<br />
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Yum!<br />
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Coming next: an eventful naptime!<br />
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<img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7207/6823441190_4fd2525654_o.png">Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-59963681369318893702012-03-20T08:00:00.002-04:002012-03-20T08:00:02.377-04:00More of our DITL!Did you miss Part One? It's here if you need to catch up!<br />
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Onto Part Two...<br />
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Time check! It's almost 10:30 and the babies just went down for their morning nap.<br />
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I'm still rocking the pajamas and some serious bed head. <i>Sexy and I know it. </i><br />
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We're just getting started...<br />
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Jump in the shower<br />
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Do the minimum to make myself look like a human. <br />
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Negate any effort I put towards my appearance with my mom-iform. Yoga pants, nursing tank, t-shirt, top knot. <br />
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All that in about 30 minutes!<br />
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Annnnd look who is up. She never naps long in the morning. <br />
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Give her something to entertain herself with. <br />
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While I make myself my "second" breakfast. I usually grab something small when I first wake up and then eat something more substantial later. <br />
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Except we're out of cream cheese and I didn't notice until I had already toasted my bagel. Dang it! Butter and jelly it is. Fun fact: I like raspberry jelly with seeds in it. <br />
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<i>Not pictured: me stuffing my face. </i><br />
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Run the dogs out to potty. <br />
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Up next: more eating, some playing, and some cleaning. So much excitement.<br />
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<img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7207/6823441190_4fd2525654_o.png">Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-21410976503644589762012-03-19T08:00:00.002-04:002012-03-19T08:00:08.540-04:00A Day in Our LifeHave you ever heard of the DITL Project? DITL stands for "Day In The Life" -- basically, you just take pictures documenting a random day in your life. People always ask me what I <i>DO</i> all day staying at home with twins, so I thought it would be fun to do one. I was afraid I wouldn't have much to photograph but ended up taking over 100 pictures!<br />
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So, in an effort to blog more and <strike>avoid the fact</strike> celebrate that my babies' birthday is so soon, I thought I'd post our DITL here. (But don't worry, I'll break it up a little so that you don't have to see all 100 pictures at once!)<br />
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Without further ado... here is Part One! <br />
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Good morning! Chris wakes me up when he leaves for work.<br />
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He puts the babies in bed with me before he goes, where Grayson snuggles and Audrey practices crawling.<br />
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Open the blinds, yucky day :(<br />
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Change diapers. Good morning babies! <br />
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Morning pump, breakfast #1, a little morning TV<br />
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Set up baby area<br />
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Morning nursing <br />
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Physical therapy exercises. Neither baby is a fan. <br />
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Put them in their Bumbos...<br />
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And turn on some Elmo's World...<br />
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While I fix breakfast. <br />
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Nom. Not pictured: me shoveling food fast enough that they don't lose interest. That's hard to get a picture of :)<br />
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Yum yum yum<br />
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Cleaned up Grayson<br />
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Grayson in clothes <br />
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Cleaned up Audrey<br />
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Audrey in clothes<br />
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Sleepy nursing <br />
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Which ends in our morning nap. Boom!<br />
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<b>To be continued... </b><br />
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<img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7207/6823441190_4fd2525654_o.png" />Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-91698985750277058812012-03-17T18:27:00.002-04:002012-03-17T18:28:39.735-04:00My Little LeprechansLast year, I celebrated St. Patrick's Day from a hospital bed. Chris and my mama came and taped shamrocks all over my room and brought green beads for me to wear so that I wouldn't get pinched in my hospital gown :)<br />
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This year?<br />
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So much better.</b><br />
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Looks like my Saturday plans just became "babyproofing". Watch out, world!<br />
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Happy weekend, friends :)<br />
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<img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7207/6823441190_4fd2525654_o.png">Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-46283663025823695882012-03-14T13:11:00.001-04:002012-03-14T20:14:22.305-04:00(Not-so-)Wordless Wednesday: One Year Ago Today<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKF6bidaBnBY7T4CdTm79ZvQ5OJThl6PXrH8Fxt20-8pTWrHBOODG4OeSzPwHGiABfCh5Db97pFgjPgxs6Cp3D2bw5a5Y5bRJgW6xpYSyAK7uuSe0IWtAmp1wH_b5eB7EPJt333EWV8gJI/s1600/DSC00290_0046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKF6bidaBnBY7T4CdTm79ZvQ5OJThl6PXrH8Fxt20-8pTWrHBOODG4OeSzPwHGiABfCh5Db97pFgjPgxs6Cp3D2bw5a5Y5bRJgW6xpYSyAK7uuSe0IWtAmp1wH_b5eB7EPJt333EWV8gJI/s400/DSC00290_0046.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I will never ever, as long as I live, til the day I die, EVER forget the look on my midwife's face as she peeked over the curtain, asked me when my last ultrasound was, and told me she was sending me to the hospital "just to get checked out". Getting "checked out" led to "staying overnight", which led to "here for the long haul" which, we all know, was 12 days in all and ended with my babies being born at 24 weeks and 1 day. <br />
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Our journey really began one year ago today. <i>What a wild year it has been.</i><br />
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<img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7207/6823441190_4fd2525654_o.png">Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-51606076295200505832012-03-12T16:06:00.000-04:002012-03-12T16:06:06.327-04:00A Picture Update!Wanna see what we've been up to?<br />
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<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEnzeY51qTq9MfITzQR3FvMzBtjPqehGx0qNYutMgvIrigrBqx-TNntlri2TqwkiTV0QCqxNVMoacRtNllUrQThKLIla7p_agZH7EYhUGGdOdM8XP-Q8LMxhJemi2OR9QJLX-Us5JL2kY7/s640/blogger-image--1523823109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEnzeY51qTq9MfITzQR3FvMzBtjPqehGx0qNYutMgvIrigrBqx-TNntlri2TqwkiTV0QCqxNVMoacRtNllUrQThKLIla7p_agZH7EYhUGGdOdM8XP-Q8LMxhJemi2OR9QJLX-Us5JL2kY7/s640/blogger-image--1523823109.jpg" /></a></div>And last but not least, I was in a wedding last Saturday for one of my way-back-when friends. Has nothing to do with the babies, but I had a wonderful time! Congrats Michele and James!Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-82664224154743561832012-03-02T12:23:00.001-05:002012-03-02T12:23:49.174-05:00Well hey, Blogger.It's been awhile, huh?<br />
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In fact, it looks like <i>I skipped the whole month of February.</i> Oops! I didn't do that on purpose.<br />
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The thing is <small>(and this is me being real and honest here)</small>, I've been having a really hard time with this time of year. It was this time <i>last year</i> that I was <b>big</b> and pregnant. We had found out on the first of February that we were expecting a boy and a girl. We were planning the nursery, picking names, buying things in pink and blue. The babies were just beginning to be really active and Chris was just beginning to be able to feel them from the outside.<br />
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I was one of those insufferable women who really LOVED being pregnant. I felt amazing, I carried it well, my hair was awesome. My pregnancy was perfect until it wasn't. And now, looking back on that time in my life is so bittersweet. I was so blissfully unaware of everything that was going to go wrong. I'm glad I have those wonderful memories, but I also still mourn the trimester I never got. I have moments where I am jaded and bitter and angry. I'm not proud of them, but they are a part of me and a part of this whole preemie-mom experience. <br />
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And all I can do is keep moving forward from it.<br />
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They make it all worth it :)Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-12098948006073691842012-01-28T12:14:00.000-05:002012-01-28T12:14:01.308-05:00Saturday Morning PancakesFinger foods are a big hit with us, can ya tell?<br />
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Happy weekend friends :)Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912792422036107978.post-15561355306783698872012-01-23T23:44:00.000-05:002012-01-23T23:44:17.442-05:00How to Save a LifeBeing a stay-at-home mom has given me lots and lots of opportunities. I get to watch my babies grow. I get all the special, little moments. We don't have to worry about putting them in yucky, germy daycares when they are still so susceptible to those yucky germs. I get to wear yoga pants every day. <br />
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And I get to watch all the seasons of Grey's Anatomy that are re-run on Lifetime. I was a freshman in college when the series began and I've watched it religiously ever since - through the horrible brain cancer-induced hallucinations and the buses running over people (STILL NOT OVER THAT) and the post it wedding. I love Grey's Anatomy. The fact that Lifetime replays them all in order is awesome, because like I said, <i>I love Grey's Anatomy.</i><br />
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Well, it<i> was</i> awesome. Until today, when they played <b>THAT</b> episode. <br />
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I <i>knew</i> it was coming. I knew it on Friday when they played the episode where Callie had her baby shower. I haven't seen it since it first aired and I knew it was coming and yet, like that car wreck, I still had to watch.<br />
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For those of you who don't watch Grey's, let me fill you in. First of all, let's start with the fact that <b>this episode first aired on March 31, 2011.</b> That's right, a mere <b>6 days</b> after my babies - my teeny, tiny, pound-and-a-half, micropreemie babies - were born. This is relevant.<br />
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In this particular episode, Callie Torres is 23 and a half weeks pregnant and, as a result of an ill-timed seat belt unbuckling, is sent through the windshield of her car. She's in a coma, has massive brain injuries, heart injuries, so on and so forth... <i>and her micropreemie baby ends up being born just shy of 24 weeks.</i><br />
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People had mixed reactions to the episode when it first aired. There were some major inaccuracies, they missed some obvious preemie things and mishandled some very touchy topics. Mostly, people hated the singing. <i>I forgot to mention the singing.</i> It was pretty ridiculous. Fellow preemie mom blogger <a href="http://www.kaylaaimee.com">Kayla Aimee</a> wrote a <a href="http://www.kaylaaimee.com/2011/04/a-micro-preemie-moms-thoughts-on-greys-anatomy/">really awesome review post on the episode</a> after it first aired. My only reaction the first time I saw the episode? I was a hysterical emotional disaster. My poor mom and husband watched me practically flood our living room I was crying so hard (and still I refused to let them even near the remotes). <br />
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I couldn't give a good review of the episode, I could barely form a coherent sentence as I watched scenes from my very own life play out on my TV not even a week later.<br />
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And honestly? I thought it would be easier this time around. It has been almost 10 months, my life is so different now. Last time I was just getting into a routine of leaving my babies over and over again. This time when I sat down to watch it, I had just laid my big, beautiful, <i>healthy</i> babies down for a nap - in their own cribs, here at home. And still? I had absolutely no control over my emotions. Ten months and a lifetime later, and watching the hardest piece of my life through someone else's eyes still reduced me to a hysterical emotional disaster.<i> Those emotions are still so raw for me.</i> I'm afraid they always will be.<br />
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<i>What about you? Have you seen this episode? What did YOU think about it?</i>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770076770425103009noreply@blogger.com1