We arrived in the triage room at 11:15pm. They hooked me up to the monitors and sure enough, I was contracting every 2 minutes. Within a few minutes, they had confirmed that my water definitely did break and they moved me over to a labor room. Oh, and by the way, I was still just 3cm. Good grief!
By 1:15am I had an epidural and was feeling pretty good. It didn't take fully but it definitely took the edge off. So at 2am the nurse checked me and I had progressed to 5cm. Man, was I relieved! I was seriously beginning to wonder if I would ever move beyond that dreaded 3cm!! I think I drifted in and out of sleep for the next couple of hours. I know my parents arrived at the hospital around 2 o'clock. I gave my dad a big hug because he had to leave right away. He was flying out to Cleveland in just a few hours but wanted to drop my mom off. So he made the hour and a half drive to drop her off, give me a kiss, then turned right back around to catch his flight.
Meanwhile, Nate took mom back to our house so she could relax there until she got "the phone call." At 5:30am, the new nurse checked me and said I was 8cm. So I called mom to let her know that I was probably a couple hours away from pushing. Just minutes after the nurse checked me, I could tell that my epidural had worn off. So she got the anesthesiologist in to hang a new bag. And right after that, I told her that I was feeling a TON of pressure! So at 6am, she checked me yet again and I was ready to have some babies!! Then all of a sudden it got put on hold because they wanted to make sure they were fully set up for a twin delivery. Even with an epidural, it was really hard not to push in those 10 minutes!
Finally at 6:10am we were ready to go! I'm not sure why, but I never did get moved to the operating room, which completely surprised me!! Dr L said that I would be delivering there just in case they had to do an emergency C-section on the second baby, so I had totally prepared myself for having to deliver under fluorescent lights. Anyway, after 55 minutes of pushing, Baby A was born at 7:05am, weighing 6 pounds even and 19 inches long. The nurse turned to Nate and said “daddy, do you know what it is?” And he proudly announced that we had a baby girl, Miss Adalyn Jean!
The OB then checked to see where Baby B was. He could feel the head, but the baby was still quite high. So instead of making me push, he let me labor through a few contractions so the head could naturally come down. Once the baby was further down, he broke the water. I don’t know exactly what time I started to push with Baby B, but it wasn't long and Baby B was born at 7:33am, weighing 6 pounds 15 ounces and was 20 ¼ inches long. The nurse again asked Nate “daddy, do you know what it is?” After a bit of hesitation, he excitedly proclaimed that it was another girl, Miss Alivia Mae!!
I suffered from post partum hemorrhage that they gave me some meds for and watched me very closely for. But I didn't care. I was too entranced in these two little lives that I was holding in my arms. I didn't know I could love something/someone so deeply until I looked into their eyes and they stared right back at me. My two little girls, who I fought so hard to protect, were here and they were healthy. And I was completely oblivious to anything else going on around me.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Birth Story Part 2
So...starting from where I left off, we got home early Saturday morning. Probably around 2am or so. And I can honestly say that I have absolutely no recollection of what I did with myself the rest of the day. I know I slept for a bit right when we got home. But other than that, I have no idea. Nate said we went for a walk that afternoon, but I don't remember it.
Anyway, I woke up early Sunday morning (October 12th) and definitely felt "different." By about 10-11am, I was experiencing such bad back pain. For those who know me well, you know that I RARELY miss a Packer game. Sundays are reserved for football! So I was laying on the couch trying to watch the game, but I never would've been able to tell you who the Packers were playing or who was winning because I was zoning out (by the way, they were playing the Seakhawks and they won - I was informed after the fact!!).
I was so restless. I was on the couch with a heating pad on my back. Then I was waddling around the house. Then I was leaning over the bed. Then back to the couch, etc. Anything I could do to alleviate some of the pain in my back. At one point, Nate followed me into the bedroom and dug his thumbs into my lower back trying to provide counter pressure. It helped, but the minute he stopped, the pain was back. All this time, I'm thinking that I threw my back out. Let's face it, I had just been taken off bedrest and I was huge. So of course in my head, I moved the wrong way and boom...instant back pain. I NEVER associated the pain with early labor. In fact, I remember crying that day thinking that I had to deal with this pain for another week until I was induced. Because I still didn't think the babies would come on their own.
Fast forward to 5:00 that night. I again decided to sit in the tub. After less than an hour, I got really uncomfortable (again, still very restless). So I got out of the tub. I'm not sure what I did the next couple of hours. I was zoning out again. Common theme the past 48-72 hours. At 8:30pm, I thought "the heck with it, I'm taking an Ambien and some Tylenol and I'm going to get a good night of sleep so I can start the day off better tomorrow." I thought for sure some sleep would make me better able to cope with the pain both physically and mentally.
By 10:30, I still wasn't sleeping, so I decided to go to the bathroom even though I really didn't feel like I had to. God knows I didn't want to *just* fall asleep only to be awakened by my squished pregnancy bladder. Wouldn't ya know it, I felt a pop!! But no fluid. And then I remembered Dr L telling me that I may not be able to tell if my water breaks because "Baby A" was so low and might act like a cork. Hmmm. What to do. So I sat there. 10 minutes passed and I was just about to go back to bed. Instead, I stood up, sat down, stood up, sat down, etc. Anything I could do to see if little Baby A might moves its head just a bit. Nothing. And just as I was about to give up, I felt a VERY discernible pop with just the smallest bit of fluid.
So I went to wake up Nate around 10:45pm and told him that I *think* my water broke. He immediately jumped up and asked if he had time to take a shower. I told him it was fine because I wasn't in any pain (well, I was in pain, just not any more pain then I had been in all day!!). We left the house at 11:00 and by the time we were checking in, I was really regretting letting him take that shower! The contractions had hit hard.
Anyway, I woke up early Sunday morning (October 12th) and definitely felt "different." By about 10-11am, I was experiencing such bad back pain. For those who know me well, you know that I RARELY miss a Packer game. Sundays are reserved for football! So I was laying on the couch trying to watch the game, but I never would've been able to tell you who the Packers were playing or who was winning because I was zoning out (by the way, they were playing the Seakhawks and they won - I was informed after the fact!!).
I was so restless. I was on the couch with a heating pad on my back. Then I was waddling around the house. Then I was leaning over the bed. Then back to the couch, etc. Anything I could do to alleviate some of the pain in my back. At one point, Nate followed me into the bedroom and dug his thumbs into my lower back trying to provide counter pressure. It helped, but the minute he stopped, the pain was back. All this time, I'm thinking that I threw my back out. Let's face it, I had just been taken off bedrest and I was huge. So of course in my head, I moved the wrong way and boom...instant back pain. I NEVER associated the pain with early labor. In fact, I remember crying that day thinking that I had to deal with this pain for another week until I was induced. Because I still didn't think the babies would come on their own.
Fast forward to 5:00 that night. I again decided to sit in the tub. After less than an hour, I got really uncomfortable (again, still very restless). So I got out of the tub. I'm not sure what I did the next couple of hours. I was zoning out again. Common theme the past 48-72 hours. At 8:30pm, I thought "the heck with it, I'm taking an Ambien and some Tylenol and I'm going to get a good night of sleep so I can start the day off better tomorrow." I thought for sure some sleep would make me better able to cope with the pain both physically and mentally.
By 10:30, I still wasn't sleeping, so I decided to go to the bathroom even though I really didn't feel like I had to. God knows I didn't want to *just* fall asleep only to be awakened by my squished pregnancy bladder. Wouldn't ya know it, I felt a pop!! But no fluid. And then I remembered Dr L telling me that I may not be able to tell if my water breaks because "Baby A" was so low and might act like a cork. Hmmm. What to do. So I sat there. 10 minutes passed and I was just about to go back to bed. Instead, I stood up, sat down, stood up, sat down, etc. Anything I could do to see if little Baby A might moves its head just a bit. Nothing. And just as I was about to give up, I felt a VERY discernible pop with just the smallest bit of fluid.
So I went to wake up Nate around 10:45pm and told him that I *think* my water broke. He immediately jumped up and asked if he had time to take a shower. I told him it was fine because I wasn't in any pain (well, I was in pain, just not any more pain then I had been in all day!!). We left the house at 11:00 and by the time we were checking in, I was really regretting letting him take that shower! The contractions had hit hard.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Birth Story Part 1
All of my other hospital admissions are well documented throughout the blog, so I figured that I should probably start at the beginning and tell you all about my "false labor" experience before you get to hear about the real deal.
On Friday, October 10th, I went to my scheduled appt with Dr L at 11:15am. As always, she did an ultrasound to check the babies' heartbeats and their position. And like they had been for several weeks, both remained head down. She then checked to see how dilated I was and I had progressed from 2cm a few days earlier to a good 3cm.
After the appt, Nate and I went to the mall to do a bit of walking. I decided that I wanted a smoothie from Orange Julius because nothing else seemed remotely good. I was actually kind of sick to my stomach. As we were there waiting in line, my back started aching pretty badly, which seemed to only intensify my upset stomach. I asked Nate if he would wait in line while I made the slow walk to the car. By the time I got to the car (at the opposite end of the mall), Nate had caught up to me!! Yeah, I really didn't and couldn't walk all that fast.
Anyway, we went home and I put a heating pad on my back. By about 5pm I decided to take a nice long soak in the bath tub to relieve some of the pressure in my lower back and hips. I think I must've sat in there for at least a couple hours. By 8pm, I was really wondering if we should be going in or not. After somewhat of a lengthy discussion, we decided to head to the hospital. We got there around 9:30pm Friday night.
Upon arrival, they hooked me up to the monitors and I was contracting very regularly at 3 minutes apart. But just like during most of my pregnancy, some I felt quite strongly and some I didn't...or at least they weren't terribly painful. I guess I was experiencing so much constant pressure in my back that it was hard to really tell that there were rhythmic contractions happening! They had also checked me right when we arrived and I was still 3cm. Ugh. So we sat in the room and watched some TV for the next two hours and I was still contracting every 3 minutes. After those two hours passed they checked me again. Still 3cm. Grr.
The nurses suggested that I walk for a couple of hours to see if the contractions would pick up and become stronger. Do you know how hard it is for someone who is heavily pregnant and just got off 2 1/2 months of bedrest to walk for two hours?! But we did. I figured if all else fails, I'm going to try to jiggle them loose!! When my two hours were up (by now it was 1:30am the morning of Oct 11), Dr L had just arrived on the floor to do a delivery. So the nurses had her come in to check me. And you know what? Still 3cm.
My first thought was "you've got to be kidding me!!" I'm not sure how, but somehow I was able to laugh and I asked Dr L what time I should be checking in for my induction on Oct 18th. Because at that point I was fully convinced that these babies, who wanted to make an entrance far too soon, were not going to come out without a little medical intervention.
Since I was still contracting every 3 minutes, they gave us the option to stay for a while too see what would happen or to go home. Nate and I opted to go home. The hospital beds were too dang uncomfortable for me to stay there any longer than I needed to. I preferred the comfort of my nice soft couch....
On Friday, October 10th, I went to my scheduled appt with Dr L at 11:15am. As always, she did an ultrasound to check the babies' heartbeats and their position. And like they had been for several weeks, both remained head down. She then checked to see how dilated I was and I had progressed from 2cm a few days earlier to a good 3cm.
After the appt, Nate and I went to the mall to do a bit of walking. I decided that I wanted a smoothie from Orange Julius because nothing else seemed remotely good. I was actually kind of sick to my stomach. As we were there waiting in line, my back started aching pretty badly, which seemed to only intensify my upset stomach. I asked Nate if he would wait in line while I made the slow walk to the car. By the time I got to the car (at the opposite end of the mall), Nate had caught up to me!! Yeah, I really didn't and couldn't walk all that fast.
Anyway, we went home and I put a heating pad on my back. By about 5pm I decided to take a nice long soak in the bath tub to relieve some of the pressure in my lower back and hips. I think I must've sat in there for at least a couple hours. By 8pm, I was really wondering if we should be going in or not. After somewhat of a lengthy discussion, we decided to head to the hospital. We got there around 9:30pm Friday night.
Upon arrival, they hooked me up to the monitors and I was contracting very regularly at 3 minutes apart. But just like during most of my pregnancy, some I felt quite strongly and some I didn't...or at least they weren't terribly painful. I guess I was experiencing so much constant pressure in my back that it was hard to really tell that there were rhythmic contractions happening! They had also checked me right when we arrived and I was still 3cm. Ugh. So we sat in the room and watched some TV for the next two hours and I was still contracting every 3 minutes. After those two hours passed they checked me again. Still 3cm. Grr.
The nurses suggested that I walk for a couple of hours to see if the contractions would pick up and become stronger. Do you know how hard it is for someone who is heavily pregnant and just got off 2 1/2 months of bedrest to walk for two hours?! But we did. I figured if all else fails, I'm going to try to jiggle them loose!! When my two hours were up (by now it was 1:30am the morning of Oct 11), Dr L had just arrived on the floor to do a delivery. So the nurses had her come in to check me. And you know what? Still 3cm.
My first thought was "you've got to be kidding me!!" I'm not sure how, but somehow I was able to laugh and I asked Dr L what time I should be checking in for my induction on Oct 18th. Because at that point I was fully convinced that these babies, who wanted to make an entrance far too soon, were not going to come out without a little medical intervention.
Since I was still contracting every 3 minutes, they gave us the option to stay for a while too see what would happen or to go home. Nate and I opted to go home. The hospital beds were too dang uncomfortable for me to stay there any longer than I needed to. I preferred the comfort of my nice soft couch....
Monday, October 19, 2009
Poor babies
To sum it up, today stunk.
You see, last night it suddenly dawned on me that the day the girls' 12 month well baby visit was rescheduled for, Nate and I aren't going to be on dry land!! Their appt had gotten rescheduled for November 13th. And I'm not exactly sure how, but I completely forgot (until last night!) that we'll be on a cruise! Yeah, I don't know how that slipped my mind. Bad mommy.
Anyway, so I called the office as soon as they opened up this morning. I knew Dr K would be booking out into December already, so I asked if she happened to have any cancellations sometime soon and told them that I would be ok with bringing the girls in at separate times to get their shots, etc. Turns out, she's out of the office this week. But they said that another doctor was in the clinic today (she only works 2-3 days a month due to having young kids at home) and she would be able to see both of the girls at the same time. I used to work with this doctor's husband when I worked on 7th floor at the hospital, so I felt pretty comfortable going to see her.
Unfortunately, since it was rescheduled at the last minute, Nate couldn't go with. So I had to take the girls by myself. And can I say that it was the most heartbreaking thing I've had to do in a looong time. Poor babies received six shots each!! SIX!! Three stabs to each thigh. I wanted to cry right along with them. They've never received so many shots at one time...the most they've ever had was 3. So this was traumatic - for both babies and mommy. Do you know how hard it is to console two inconsolable babies at one time? They tore my heart out.
In better news though, they are doing absolutely wonderful as far as development goes. Dr T was very pleased with their progress and said that they look fantastic (well THAT we already knew!! haha) And since the girls are now sleeping, I'm headed to bed as well. Today wore us all out.
You see, last night it suddenly dawned on me that the day the girls' 12 month well baby visit was rescheduled for, Nate and I aren't going to be on dry land!! Their appt had gotten rescheduled for November 13th. And I'm not exactly sure how, but I completely forgot (until last night!) that we'll be on a cruise! Yeah, I don't know how that slipped my mind. Bad mommy.
Anyway, so I called the office as soon as they opened up this morning. I knew Dr K would be booking out into December already, so I asked if she happened to have any cancellations sometime soon and told them that I would be ok with bringing the girls in at separate times to get their shots, etc. Turns out, she's out of the office this week. But they said that another doctor was in the clinic today (she only works 2-3 days a month due to having young kids at home) and she would be able to see both of the girls at the same time. I used to work with this doctor's husband when I worked on 7th floor at the hospital, so I felt pretty comfortable going to see her.
Unfortunately, since it was rescheduled at the last minute, Nate couldn't go with. So I had to take the girls by myself. And can I say that it was the most heartbreaking thing I've had to do in a looong time. Poor babies received six shots each!! SIX!! Three stabs to each thigh. I wanted to cry right along with them. They've never received so many shots at one time...the most they've ever had was 3. So this was traumatic - for both babies and mommy. Do you know how hard it is to console two inconsolable babies at one time? They tore my heart out.
In better news though, they are doing absolutely wonderful as far as development goes. Dr T was very pleased with their progress and said that they look fantastic (well THAT we already knew!! haha) And since the girls are now sleeping, I'm headed to bed as well. Today wore us all out.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Happy Birthday x2
The day started with the girls deciding that they would wake up at the crack of dawn. Adalyn was up by 4:45am and refused to go back down. So by 5:30 I decided to stop fighting with her and flipped on the lights so she could play. Shortly thereafter, Alivia was awake.
P.S. For those of you who don't know, in Adalyn's newborn picture, she's just wearing a heart rate monitor that they put on every baby right at birth. Both girls were as healthy as can be. They didn't even need any supplemental oxygen!
At 7:05am, I sang Happy Birthday to Addi, told her how much mommy and daddy and lots of other people love her, gave her a good squeeze and then she decided she was ready for bed! She was back in her crib within 15 minutes. Then at 7:33am, I repeated the process with Livi. And wouldn't ya know it, the little stinker was also ready for bed within minutes! I came to the conclusion that the girls are just like their mom and wanted to be wide awake for when they made their grand entrance into this world! As a kid, I always used to set my alarm for 11:56pm so that I would know exactly when I was born. I guess I can't fault their early morning rising if they wanted to be awake for the big event!
And for their birthday, they got to make a trip to the doctor's office to get weighed! Yay! Their 12 month appt got bumped until 13 months, but me being the Type A Personality that I am, I needed to have accurate weights at one year for their baby books! Luckily, the nurses in Dr K's office were very understanding of these "big milestones" (their words, not mine) and said I could come in for a weight check. Fantastic!
And drumroll please......
Adalyn was 19lbs 8oz - placing her at the 27th percentile
Alivia was 19lbs 10oz - placing her at the 29th percentile
Ironically, both girls gained exactly 2 pounds since their 9 month appt.
At 7:05am, this precious baby girl entered the world.
Here she is today on her first birthday.
And at 7:33am, this sweet baby girl entered the world.
And here she is today on her first birthday.
Both girls sleeping peacefully at 1 day old. (Livi left, Addi right)
And both girls clapping because today they turned ONE!
P.S. For those of you who don't know, in Adalyn's newborn picture, she's just wearing a heart rate monitor that they put on every baby right at birth. Both girls were as healthy as can be. They didn't even need any supplemental oxygen!
Friday, October 9, 2009
1st birthday party has come and gone
The party was on Sunday the 4th (ironically, the same day I was celebrating last year because that's the day I was taken off bedrest!) and the girls did so well. I was a little nervous that they'd skip their afternoon nap because of all the activity and then it would be downhill from there. But they surprised everyone! They showed us that they were getting tired, so I put them down without high hopes that it would actually work and they stayed down! In fact, it was getting to the point where we wanted to do gifts and cake but we were missing the guests of honor. So everyone was contemplating waking them up!
Anyway, the girls were really mesmerized by all the people and activity. They didn't quite grasp the concept of opening up their gifts, so Nate and I had to help out a little bit. But they had fun watching!
When it came time for cake, I thought for sure that Adalyn would dig right in and Alivia wouldn't even touch it. She tends to look at me like I have 5 heads whenever I put something new on her tray. So I really didn't expect her to slam her hand right in the middle of it! After she stuck her hand to her head, I think she was a little confused as to why everyone was laughing so hard because she just seemed frozen...she didn't move her hand for what seemed like 5 minutes! (I'm sure it was much shorter than that, maybe like 2-3?)
And then my little Adalyn who loves to splash and kick and cause chaos in the tub just pinched at the cake. It was almost like she was meticulously picking it apart. Taking off one sprinkle here, a bit of frosting there, back for one more sprinkle, etc. I guess it just goes to show that kids are totally unpredictable!
Oh, and I want to give a little shout out to my sister-in-law, Chelsea, for making the cakes for the girls! Sorry they didn't eat more of them (honestly, I'm not sure Alivia ate any!), but we really did appreciate you doing that for us. They turned out wonderfully, so thank you! Of course, thanks to everyone else who came to the party and helped celebrate the girls first year of life. The girls really loved your company...and the toys and clothes too!!
Anyway, the girls were really mesmerized by all the people and activity. They didn't quite grasp the concept of opening up their gifts, so Nate and I had to help out a little bit. But they had fun watching!
When it came time for cake, I thought for sure that Adalyn would dig right in and Alivia wouldn't even touch it. She tends to look at me like I have 5 heads whenever I put something new on her tray. So I really didn't expect her to slam her hand right in the middle of it! After she stuck her hand to her head, I think she was a little confused as to why everyone was laughing so hard because she just seemed frozen...she didn't move her hand for what seemed like 5 minutes! (I'm sure it was much shorter than that, maybe like 2-3?)
And then my little Adalyn who loves to splash and kick and cause chaos in the tub just pinched at the cake. It was almost like she was meticulously picking it apart. Taking off one sprinkle here, a bit of frosting there, back for one more sprinkle, etc. I guess it just goes to show that kids are totally unpredictable!
Oh, and I want to give a little shout out to my sister-in-law, Chelsea, for making the cakes for the girls! Sorry they didn't eat more of them (honestly, I'm not sure Alivia ate any!), but we really did appreciate you doing that for us. They turned out wonderfully, so thank you! Of course, thanks to everyone else who came to the party and helped celebrate the girls first year of life. The girls really loved your company...and the toys and clothes too!!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Just some pictures of the party
I'll write more about the girls' birthday party later, but I've been short on time. So I just want to post some quick pictures.
The girls' Dairy Queen cake
Getting a family picture with their hats on was almost impossible!
Alivia slammed her hand in the cake...
And then proceeded to stick it to her head!
Adalyn was a little more dainty
We got a wagon!
Of course we had to test it out right away...we like it!
The girls having fun on their new ponies and wearing their new pajamas!
The girls having fun on their new ponies and wearing their new pajamas!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
By the numbers...
As the girls' birthday approaches, I've been finding myself reflecting back on the whole pregnancy, labor, birth, etc. So I thought I'd give you a little more insight as to what transpired using some facts and figures -- or by the numbers.
308 - the number of terbutaline pills I took for preterm labor (here I went into this pregnancy not even wanting to put a Tylenol in my mouth!)
112 - how fast my heart beat the entire time I was taking terbutaline
67 - we all know this by heart by now, the number of days I spent on bedrest
51 - inches around I measured by delivery day (a gain of a little more than 2 feet!)
47 - the number of weeks I measured if I had been pregnant with one baby
33 - pounds I gained
28 - minutes that separate the girls
19 - OB related office visits (16 of them with Dr L)
18 - exactly how many weeks I was when the contractions began
16 - the number of different nurses I had (I had several more than once!) from the first preterm labor admission to the day we were discharged home with the girls
13 - the number of combined pounds the girls weighed on delivery day (well, 1 ounce shy)
7 - the number of "big" ultrasounds I had to measure the babies' growth
5 - preterm labor admissions to the hospital
5 - injections of Terbulatine while in the hospital to stop contractions
4 - bags of IV fluids I received during my preterm labor stays (I had more during the actual labor and delivery, but I'm not exactly sure how many more!)
2 - steroid shots received to help the girls' lungs mature
2 - Fetal Fibronectin tests performed
2 - beautiful healthy little girls
1 - perfect outcome
308 - the number of terbutaline pills I took for preterm labor (here I went into this pregnancy not even wanting to put a Tylenol in my mouth!)
112 - how fast my heart beat the entire time I was taking terbutaline
67 - we all know this by heart by now, the number of days I spent on bedrest
51 - inches around I measured by delivery day (a gain of a little more than 2 feet!)
47 - the number of weeks I measured if I had been pregnant with one baby
33 - pounds I gained
28 - minutes that separate the girls
19 - OB related office visits (16 of them with Dr L)
18 - exactly how many weeks I was when the contractions began
16 - the number of different nurses I had (I had several more than once!) from the first preterm labor admission to the day we were discharged home with the girls
13 - the number of combined pounds the girls weighed on delivery day (well, 1 ounce shy)
7 - the number of "big" ultrasounds I had to measure the babies' growth
5 - preterm labor admissions to the hospital
5 - injections of Terbulatine while in the hospital to stop contractions
4 - bags of IV fluids I received during my preterm labor stays (I had more during the actual labor and delivery, but I'm not exactly sure how many more!)
2 - steroid shots received to help the girls' lungs mature
2 - Fetal Fibronectin tests performed
2 - beautiful healthy little girls
1 - perfect outcome
Sunday, September 27, 2009
One more step toward non-babyhood
We've started the process of weaning the girls off formula and onto whole milk. I gave them each a taste of whole milk straight and they loved it. So that's definitely not going to be the issue. I just want to make sure that their little tummies handle the transition with no vomiting, diarrhea, etc. I don't foresee any problems because they've never showed allergies or an intolerance to anything else. So we'll just mix bottles 50/50 until our stash of formula is gone...which isn't going to be much longer. We only have 3 large cans left!
And bless their little souls, but they've been sleeping quite a bit better at night (knock on wood). However, what I'm really appreciating is that when they wake up in the morning, I can hear them chit-chatting to each other from across the room. This little conversation usually gives me an extra 20 minutes or so in bed! When one becomes a little whiny, I walk into their bedroom to see two precious faces light up with excitement as they stand and jump in their cribs. Awwww. I scoop them both up and we walk out to the living room where we begin our day.
And bless their little souls, but they've been sleeping quite a bit better at night (knock on wood). However, what I'm really appreciating is that when they wake up in the morning, I can hear them chit-chatting to each other from across the room. This little conversation usually gives me an extra 20 minutes or so in bed! When one becomes a little whiny, I walk into their bedroom to see two precious faces light up with excitement as they stand and jump in their cribs. Awwww. I scoop them both up and we walk out to the living room where we begin our day.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Pillow Fight!!
Nate and I went on a little mini vacation this weekend with my parents and my brother and sister-in-law. Nate's parents came to the house to watch the girls for us. And I actually don't think the girls were too terribly sad to see us go. The only thing they were sad about is that we picked the pillows up off the floor to take with us!
In other baby related news, Alivia is now clapping. And the smile that she flashes your way after doing it is enough to melt your heart! What a precious little doll. Oh, and brushing teeth has become a funny endeavor. I'm not exactly sure why, but the giggles break out when the toofers are being scrubbed. That toofer count still stands at 12 - Adalyn has four and Alivia has eight.
I never knew that pillows could be so entertaining! They were squealing and belly flopping onto the pillows and rolling and laughing like little maniacs. After a while, I just had to break out the video camera because they were moving and rolling far too fast to get any really good pics. But here are a couple of the pictures that turned out fairly decent.
In other baby related news, Alivia is now clapping. And the smile that she flashes your way after doing it is enough to melt your heart! What a precious little doll. Oh, and brushing teeth has become a funny endeavor. I'm not exactly sure why, but the giggles break out when the toofers are being scrubbed. That toofer count still stands at 12 - Adalyn has four and Alivia has eight.Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Cheese and Hot Dogs
We're on a feeding strike. The girls have refused to eat much of anything the past 4 days except for cheese and hot dogs. Yogurt? Nope. Pancake? Nope. Applesauce? Nope. Cereal? Nope. Tator tot hotdish? Nope. Sliced pears or peaches? Nope. Any other former favorites? Nope. And you can pretty much forget the spoon or fork. Unless they can feed it to themselves, it's not gonna happen.
I hope that means they're cutting some more teeth. Because if this is their new "normal" then I'll dread meal times till they're old enough to fix their own! It's been a challenge in this house the past several days. And to top it off, I think the lack of "real food" is making them wake up more in the middle of the night because their bellies feel empty. A few nights ago, they were up a combined 8 times in a 9 hour span. Two nights ago they were up 4 times in the same amount of time. And last night they were up 5 times.
So until this phase ends...I guess it's cheese and hot dogs (and the occassional handful of Cheerios!). Oh boy.
I hope that means they're cutting some more teeth. Because if this is their new "normal" then I'll dread meal times till they're old enough to fix their own! It's been a challenge in this house the past several days. And to top it off, I think the lack of "real food" is making them wake up more in the middle of the night because their bellies feel empty. A few nights ago, they were up a combined 8 times in a 9 hour span. Two nights ago they were up 4 times in the same amount of time. And last night they were up 5 times.
So until this phase ends...I guess it's cheese and hot dogs (and the occassional handful of Cheerios!). Oh boy.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
One month to go...
And my "babies" will be a year old. Yes, they are 11 months old today. How in the heck did that happen? I think I blinked and when I did, someone hit the fast forward button.
Adalyn has been able to string together 8-10 steps. She only does it when SHE wants to. If you try to encourage her, you can almost guarantee that she will take a step, drop to her knees, and crawl. Stubborn. Just like her dad. And okay, I'll admit it...just like me too. She's also waving. It's so cute. She holds both hands out in front of her and wiggles her little fingers like she's trying to work magic.
Alivia has become my little dancer. Any time she hears music from her toys, she gets a huge grin on her face and breaks into a little up and down wiggle. She also likes to wave, but instead of moving her little fingers like Addi, she flaps her arms ferociously until she tips over. It kind of looks like she's trying to fly away! It's so funny, especially when you can tell that she's so proud of herself.
Not much else to say tonight. The girls are in bed and I'm watching the Packer game! Just blogging during commercials, and even then, I'm not focused. ;)
Adalyn has been able to string together 8-10 steps. She only does it when SHE wants to. If you try to encourage her, you can almost guarantee that she will take a step, drop to her knees, and crawl. Stubborn. Just like her dad. And okay, I'll admit it...just like me too. She's also waving. It's so cute. She holds both hands out in front of her and wiggles her little fingers like she's trying to work magic.
Alivia has become my little dancer. Any time she hears music from her toys, she gets a huge grin on her face and breaks into a little up and down wiggle. She also likes to wave, but instead of moving her little fingers like Addi, she flaps her arms ferociously until she tips over. It kind of looks like she's trying to fly away! It's so funny, especially when you can tell that she's so proud of herself.
Not much else to say tonight. The girls are in bed and I'm watching the Packer game! Just blogging during commercials, and even then, I'm not focused. ;)
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Changing Tables
So this is completely random but I thought I'd share anyway. I was thinking about this the other night when I couldn't sleep. I used to have huge issues with insomnia for several years. But the girls seem to have cured that! I mean, we're still up with them several times a night...but when my head hits the pillow, I'm usually gone! Aaaanyway.
We have a changing table in the nursery (aka - the girls' shared bedroom). And I was thinking just how little it gets used lately. You see, there are a couple problems with its current location. If one of the girls is napping or it's the middle of the night, you can bet I'm not marching in there and flipping on a light to change a dirty diaper!! With as horrible as our girls sleep, I would be clinically insane to do that! So issue number one has essentially been an issue since the day they were born. But during the day and during non-napping hours, the changing table was used quite frequently.
But then we come to issue number two. And that is the fact that we have two babies (duh, right?). Well now that the girls are highly mobile, it's kinda scary leaving the room for 3 minutes to change a diaper. Once I come back, I really have no idea where I'll be able to find the other baby or what she's been able to get into in those short 3 minutes. So it's much safer to just change the diapers in the living room at our little make-shift changing station. Meanwhile, our poor changing table is collecting dust. Oh well.
And speaking of not being able to sleep the other night, I moved myself out to the couch...yes, the same couch where I spent 67 days of my pregnancy. This is really the first time I've slept on the couch (or attempted to sleep) since the girls were born. And wouldn't ya know it, the couch still fits my body like a glove!! I definitely left my imprint on that thing. You can't see any indentations and it's not sagging or anything (I'm surprised given the big old belly I had), but once I lay on it, I just sink right in. Ahhhh.
We have a changing table in the nursery (aka - the girls' shared bedroom). And I was thinking just how little it gets used lately. You see, there are a couple problems with its current location. If one of the girls is napping or it's the middle of the night, you can bet I'm not marching in there and flipping on a light to change a dirty diaper!! With as horrible as our girls sleep, I would be clinically insane to do that! So issue number one has essentially been an issue since the day they were born. But during the day and during non-napping hours, the changing table was used quite frequently.
But then we come to issue number two. And that is the fact that we have two babies (duh, right?). Well now that the girls are highly mobile, it's kinda scary leaving the room for 3 minutes to change a diaper. Once I come back, I really have no idea where I'll be able to find the other baby or what she's been able to get into in those short 3 minutes. So it's much safer to just change the diapers in the living room at our little make-shift changing station. Meanwhile, our poor changing table is collecting dust. Oh well.
And speaking of not being able to sleep the other night, I moved myself out to the couch...yes, the same couch where I spent 67 days of my pregnancy. This is really the first time I've slept on the couch (or attempted to sleep) since the girls were born. And wouldn't ya know it, the couch still fits my body like a glove!! I definitely left my imprint on that thing. You can't see any indentations and it's not sagging or anything (I'm surprised given the big old belly I had), but once I lay on it, I just sink right in. Ahhhh.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
The "joy" of having two babies...
Okay, so I love almost everything about having two babies, but what I really don't like is that they bite each other. Hard. How in the heck do you punish a 10 month old? We're using the stern "no" and removing the biter away from the bitten. But what else can we do at this age? Luckily, it hasn't been a daily occurrence. In fact, it hadn't happened for a while. But today, the biter struck twice - once on a leg and several hours later on an arm. And speaking of the teeth that inflict pain, our total tooth count is standing at 12 and has been for a while. Alivia has 8 (4 top, 4 bottom) while Adalyn only has 4 (2 top, 2 bottom).
In better news, Adalyn is *this close* to walking. One of these days she's just going to take off. She just needs to gain a little more confidence in herself. And Alivia is now standing without support for brief periods of time. I'm in no hurry to have two walkers, but it looks like we're headed in that direction. Look out world!! As if my living room hasn't been rearranged enough!
I forgot to ever mention that we moved the girls into convertible car seats over a month ago now. They absolutely love being able to sit more upright because their view is better. So they're now in the Evenflo Triumph Advance LX. I'll have to get a picture of the girls in them, but here is the exact model that we purchased.
In better news, Adalyn is *this close* to walking. One of these days she's just going to take off. She just needs to gain a little more confidence in herself. And Alivia is now standing without support for brief periods of time. I'm in no hurry to have two walkers, but it looks like we're headed in that direction. Look out world!! As if my living room hasn't been rearranged enough!
I forgot to ever mention that we moved the girls into convertible car seats over a month ago now. They absolutely love being able to sit more upright because their view is better. So they're now in the Evenflo Triumph Advance LX. I'll have to get a picture of the girls in them, but here is the exact model that we purchased.
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