Friday, August 28, 2009
This little four year old of mine just cracks me up! He is cute, sweet, crazy and mischevious all at the same time. His new moniker while he prays is Dank You Dat(thank you that) and then he lists what he is thankful for. He says the cutest things, among them are:
- Jesus is reverent
- Dad is my dad
- Mom is my mom
- At least twice in each prayer that the babies could come out of mommy's tummy, (he likes having me back)
- Grandma could come
- we could have a new house
- we can go to church
- Alexa is my sister
- for the babies
Those are just a few and he is just the cutest thing in the world with his new brother and sister. He always wants to kiss and hold them and give them their binkies. He does get bored quickly and gives them back but he loves to be my little helper.
I was worried about how our little relationship would change since he was my baby for so long but he still gives me cuddles and kisses and I love him just the same, although he seems to have grown very quickly in the last four weeks. Jeff thinks he has a huge head! He does but look at those beautiful blue eyes he has too.
He is mischevious still but he keeps things interesting especially when he snags something out of the pantry that he is not supposed to or if he comes to you and just stares you know he has done something wrong. He is my little crazy guy but he keeps it interesting around here. Everyone needs a little guy like him around. I am dankful dat he is in our family.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
They love their binkies and they always turn towards each other.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Anyway, back to the happenings of their birth. As you all know I was on bedrest and had been since about 20 weeks. At 34 weeks they had said that I could get up to get my own food and be around the house a little more but to still be careful. On Sunday was the 34 week mark. I tried to get up a little but my body was done. I had hard contractions so I just stayed in my bed anyway. That Tuesday July 21 I went to the OB for a checkup. She looked at me and said I looked kind of bad. I thought well, who doesn't when they are in bed for 4 months but she told me I looked like I was in pain. I told her that I still felt pressure and had hard contractions every day. She wanted to check me. She did and her eyes got wide. She said, " you are at a three and I can feel baby A's head." I was pretty sure I was dilating but not sure how far I was. She told me that she was sending me home but to go to the hospital if my contractions were 7-10 minutes apart. She told me to just stay in my bed and try not to get up. Well, I was used to that.
My kids were taken care of for the day and I went home and tried to rest. I cramped all day and Jeff came home at 8 and I was just uncomfortable but I was used to pain. This whole pregnancy I had contractions and pressure and even on heavy doses of medication I think I was just used to being uncomfortable. Tuesday night I was crampy and my contactions were probably 7 minutes apart but I was in denial and just told myself that they weren't close enough. I only got about 3 hours of sleep and by Wednesday morning I was still crampy but not too bad. I thought I was fine until I called my Mom and she told me I didn't sound good. I thought well, I am so tired but she insisted that I go back and get checked again.
At around 11:00 I was playing Bingo with Alexa before she went to a friend's house. She left and I thought well, I guess I will listen to my mom and go get checked even though I wasn't feeling that bad anymore. I called the office and they told me that I was too dilated the day before so I had to go to the hospital. I was kind of mad and begged to just go to the office but they said no, we don't want you to have twins in the office. I had Jeff stay home and work from home that day so at about noon I told Jeff that they were making me go to the hospital. We packed a bag and I got dressed and the whole way to the hospital I was saying, " they are just going to send me home."
We got there and I walked into the hospital and waited for Jeff to park the car. We got up to L&D at 12:30 and they got the admitting underway before they checked me. At about 1:00 they got me into a bed and hooked up to a monitor. They checked me and the nurse got wide eyed and said " Are you really not in any pain? I said, "not really" She said you are at a six! I was shocked. I was in denial and said so are you going to keep me? She laughed and said yes, you are having them now. They wheeled me to a room to get an epidural. They had to get it going in case I needed a c- section. I got to the room at about 1:30 and they checked again and I was at an 8, still not much pain. At 2:00 I had the epidural and they broke my water and then it was bad. I was having contractins on top of each other and I was hyperventilating. They have to deliver twins in the OR just in case you need a c-section so at about 2:15 they wheeled me in there and by 2:43 we had our little Lily Beth. It took 3o minutes because her head was turned to the side. Carter came 9 minutes later and he was sunny side up with the cord around his neck so that is why he took a little while.
I had the epidural but from the time they gave it to me and the time I had Lily it was not really working. It was a very quick delivery and quite painful, but it was over fast and individually they were my smallest babies yet so my recovery has been great. I was lucky not to need a c-section and I was lucky that it was over so quickly. I was grateful that they had not let me go to the office because later I found out that if I had I would have had to go to the hospital in an ambulance, now that would have been crazy.
When I write it down it sounds like it took longer than it did. It was fast and crazy! We had neonatologists and about 10 nurses in the room and I literally saw doctors running, which I have never seen before. They were all amazed at how fast it was all happening. I tried to be brave but honestly there was sobbing and screaming. The nurses had to give me oxygen to keep me from passing out and another one took my head in her hands and made me breathe.
It was a hard pregnancy physically, mentally and emotionally but it taught me a lot and when I look at my beautiful babies I am so grateful for modern medicine so that I didn't have them at 25 weeks when I was admitted for preterm labor the first time. I am also thankful that they are mine and if my body could handle it again I would do it again, but I know they are my last and I am living up every minute of babyhood that we have around here. Painful or not it was worth it!
They both were born so quickly and then whisked away to the NICU so I didn't even know what they looked like until they finally got me up to the NICU to see them. It was an exciting day and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Sunday, August 02, 2009
What a cute boy! That binkie looks huge! He went home weighing in at 4 lbs. 5 oz.
See ya NICU
The next series of pictures is all the same but I put them all up because I thought it was indicative of what family photos will be for the next few years now that we have a BIG family.
Babies still crying and getting cropped out of the picture