Lately I feel like I haven't had much time for anything except babies and Marley. These first six months have gone by so fast I can't believe it. Living on coffee and hope that the boys start sleeping through the night has kept me going though! A typical day goes like this:
-Marley up at 645am - snuggles and tv time in moms bed till the boys get up.
-Boys up around 730 - Breakfast, playtime, coffee time for mom.
-9am mom attempts to watch Kelly and Michael
-930 the boys take their first nap. This means quiet time for Mar. We do a project, we watch tv or we play nicely till the boys wake up.
-1030-11 the boys wake up. They eat. We clean up more, change diapers etc etc etc.
-1230 the boys go down for their second nap. Marley and I eat lunch. Clean up from lunch. Usually play play dough, build legos, do a puzzle (which Marley insists she likes but will sit for about two minutes and leaves me with the clean up). I make one more cup of coffee swearing its my last. Now that it's nice Marley will sometimes go play in our back yard while I clean up the kitchen, get a load of dishes started, fold laundry etc. If I'm feeling really tired Marley watches a show on my phone while I watch a show I have recorded.
-230 the boys wake up and we repeat the morning till Ben gets home. Sometime around 4pm I try to finish Kelly and Michael but realize that I've only made it to about 7 minutes in. I give up.
A great night is when each baby is only up once. A bad night (like last night) is when each baby is up a gazillion times and I get about two hours of sleep.
The boys are smiling, talking, reaching for us and mocking us. They smile alllll the time and are so dang sweet. Marley has been the BEST big sister I could ever ask for and I'm so lucky to have her. Because on the days that I'm majorly tired, stressed, thinking I can't keep going and wondering how the hell people do this. Marley looks at me and says that I'm the BEST mom or that she loves me. And sometimes when I'm crabby she says 'don't have that attitude with me!' hahaha. Either way she makes me smile and laugh and then the day goes on. How lucky am I?
Last night I was packaging up clothes to donate and I looked at Ben and asked if he was SURE we were done having kids. Because I just don't know if I feel 'done'. He looked at me like I was a crazy person. haha. One or two more....maybe???.....
Friday, April 3, 2015
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
The twins birth story....finally
Well it's been six months, why not tell the boys birth story now.
I made it to one day shy of 39 weeks before we induced. I still kind of cant believe it. I am a super baby carrier!
A little back story. I went to the Dr. on Monday and she took one look at me and said 'you're just ready aren't you?' My response was YES! hahaha I asked if we could schedule an induction for Friday because it would mean less time that Ben had to take off work and more time that he'd have at home to help me. So the induction was scheduled for that Friday. Up until my induction I felt .... large....haha. I couldn't do much anymore. I'd slept in a recliner for roughly the last two months of my pregnancy. I couldn't bend over. I couldn't walk at more than a snails pace (super annoying to ben). I just wasn't going far fast!
Friday morning came and Ben and I were confidant that we'd start the induction around 8 and these babies would be born super fast (just like Marley). We started the induction around 8am. And we waited. My mom showed up around noon. Waited some more. Nothing was happening. So I got an epidural later in the day. I bounced on a ball. I walked a little. We all watched TV, read magazines, slept. Pretty soon one of my drs came in and said that he'd like to break my water in hopes that it would bring the boys down farther and start active labor. No joke he broke my water and jumped off the bed because of the huge gush. hehe. Finally things started to happen.
SO. Our plan was this: Deliver in the operating room because one baby was head down but the other was sideways. If the second baby didn't move head down and his cord came down before him we would have to deliver the second baby via c section. We were going to have one baby, stop and do a quick ultrasound to see where baby two was and make a decision from there. A few things happened in the interim. I was laying on my side so long all my epidural ran to one side ( I didn't even know that was possible) so I started feeling a LOT. The nurse kept asking me if I had to push. What I didn't realize at first was that I had to pee which actually equaled that I had to push. My the time I realized it I was practically delivering a baby. When I told the nurse I needed a Dr she said I'd have to wait because she was with another patient. My one freak out of the day was me yelling 'Im having twins I don't give a fuck!' Or something to that extent. Anyway I was swiftly rolled into the operating room and Ben was suited up in full Bee Keeper gear. My poor mom started following us and the Dr told her she couldn't come because it was too risky. Delivering in an operating room made me feel like I was on a movie. Big bright lights and LOTS of nurses, two drs and an anesthiologist all accompanied me. Pretty soon Sanders was born and I heard my dr say 'OK hold on I have a foot, let me see if I can get another one.' And two seconds later 'Got it.' Sanders and Hendrix were born two minutes apart. Hendrix being pulled out feet first and arms up over his head by my Dr. The boys were beautiful and healthy and we couldn't have been more amazed. As I wheeled out into the hallway and back to our room my mom, step dad, brother, sister and dad were all waiting and smiling. I don't know if I'll ever forget the pure joy that I felt in that moment.
The next several days were a blur and the months to come have flown by. But that moment, coming out and seeing my family, with my husband by my side and my twins in my arms .... that moment will forever stand still in my mind and my heart.
I made it to one day shy of 39 weeks before we induced. I still kind of cant believe it. I am a super baby carrier!
A little back story. I went to the Dr. on Monday and she took one look at me and said 'you're just ready aren't you?' My response was YES! hahaha I asked if we could schedule an induction for Friday because it would mean less time that Ben had to take off work and more time that he'd have at home to help me. So the induction was scheduled for that Friday. Up until my induction I felt .... large....haha. I couldn't do much anymore. I'd slept in a recliner for roughly the last two months of my pregnancy. I couldn't bend over. I couldn't walk at more than a snails pace (super annoying to ben). I just wasn't going far fast!
Friday morning came and Ben and I were confidant that we'd start the induction around 8 and these babies would be born super fast (just like Marley). We started the induction around 8am. And we waited. My mom showed up around noon. Waited some more. Nothing was happening. So I got an epidural later in the day. I bounced on a ball. I walked a little. We all watched TV, read magazines, slept. Pretty soon one of my drs came in and said that he'd like to break my water in hopes that it would bring the boys down farther and start active labor. No joke he broke my water and jumped off the bed because of the huge gush. hehe. Finally things started to happen.
SO. Our plan was this: Deliver in the operating room because one baby was head down but the other was sideways. If the second baby didn't move head down and his cord came down before him we would have to deliver the second baby via c section. We were going to have one baby, stop and do a quick ultrasound to see where baby two was and make a decision from there. A few things happened in the interim. I was laying on my side so long all my epidural ran to one side ( I didn't even know that was possible) so I started feeling a LOT. The nurse kept asking me if I had to push. What I didn't realize at first was that I had to pee which actually equaled that I had to push. My the time I realized it I was practically delivering a baby. When I told the nurse I needed a Dr she said I'd have to wait because she was with another patient. My one freak out of the day was me yelling 'Im having twins I don't give a fuck!' Or something to that extent. Anyway I was swiftly rolled into the operating room and Ben was suited up in full Bee Keeper gear. My poor mom started following us and the Dr told her she couldn't come because it was too risky. Delivering in an operating room made me feel like I was on a movie. Big bright lights and LOTS of nurses, two drs and an anesthiologist all accompanied me. Pretty soon Sanders was born and I heard my dr say 'OK hold on I have a foot, let me see if I can get another one.' And two seconds later 'Got it.' Sanders and Hendrix were born two minutes apart. Hendrix being pulled out feet first and arms up over his head by my Dr. The boys were beautiful and healthy and we couldn't have been more amazed. As I wheeled out into the hallway and back to our room my mom, step dad, brother, sister and dad were all waiting and smiling. I don't know if I'll ever forget the pure joy that I felt in that moment.
The next several days were a blur and the months to come have flown by. But that moment, coming out and seeing my family, with my husband by my side and my twins in my arms .... that moment will forever stand still in my mind and my heart.
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