Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

No sleep until...never.

It is now 2 am and my twincesses have decided its time to get up and play. While they're rolling and crawling and walking across the living room giggling at each other, I'm sitting on the couch, exhausted, running on the fumes of last nights 4 hours of sleep. For the past 5 years I haven't gotten a real good nights sleep. I have nights where I get overwhelmed and wonder if and when I will ever get a full night of sleep. Then it hits me.....

For the rest of my life if they're not waking me up for a bottle, to pee, because they lost their homework, because they want a glass of water, because they need a ride home from a party, or whatever reason..... Then I'll be awake worrying about them. I'm never going to get a full night of sleep. Ever. I gave up that when I gave birth to my first child. Would I trade lives with someone who sleeps whenever and however long? No way. I love my life. I have four amazing little loves that make my every day wonderful. Not a day goes by that something doesn't happen, good or bad... There's never a boring moment. Ever. 

I do have nights I'm thankful my mother in law lives so close. She stays and helps the kiddos in bed and helps me out a ton. She helps when I need to take a nap or fall asleep on the couch. But I honestly don't remember the last time I had a nap. A real nap. I think it was when I was pregnant with the girls. 

One day, my kids will all be on their own in their own houses and apartments and with their family, and I doubt I will ever sleep well. I'll think about how they're doing, if they're having a problem, if they need me... I'm a stresser and a worrier. I tend to over think things a lot. But that's what makes me a good mom. I'm paranoid. And love my kids

So now, I'm going to try to get these girls back to sleep and get at least a few hours of sleep myself.

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Repurposing Changing Tables

I'm always looking for ways to repurpose things we already have. My mother in law gave us this really nice wooden changing table. It's real wood and a great storage shelf. But it was just sitting there taking up space. So instead of leaving it bare and stuffed with clothes the kids can't wear, I found a better use!



It is now a book shelf! It fits a ton of different sized books and the shelf on top is great for my personal books for school and homework. I've also got a few stuffed Raggedy Ann and Hello Kitty dolls on top. 
My grand mother in law retired as a teacher a few years back and her collection of books came home with her. My kiddos acquired quite a few from her and love them. 

Friday, June 27, 2014

Healthier Me, Healthier You

I'm on a health kick lately. I realized how big I was after I had Elijah. Then I started losing the weight... my job was kicking my bum and making me workout - lifting 90+lb bags above my head and throwing them into containers and bending over and walking a ton. As soon as I started to feel better about my self, I found out I was pregnant again, this time with two!

Now it's been almost a  year since the twincesses were born, and I'm motivated to get myself back in gear. I've been walking 2+ miles whenever I can, doing yoga (children's yoga is much more of a workout than adult yoga... they change positions and do crazy things so fast!), eating better, counting calories and being more active (lots more house work!) I'm basically being a mother and losing weight! I've lost 4 lbs already, and gone down 2 inches! Yay for me!

My next goal is to cut out all pop. I was at the point where I was living on caffeine. It was a constant thing for me. 5+ Pepsis a day cannot be good for anyone. While I cannot give up my morning coffee, I can definitely save money and have a healthier me by eliminating the amount of pop I drink. So today is my day 1 of no pop.

What am I drinking to help my journey? Well water... water.. and more water! But water is boring. Very boring. Especially when you drink a ton of it all day every day. And most juices have a ton of sugar and nasty added things. My mother in law introduced my to infused water. It's the greatest thing ever! Not even kidding.. this is my serious face... All it is is plain water with fruit or veggies or herbs added. So far my favorite is watermelon with mint and lemon, lime, cucumber! It's so easy! I just take my water bottle, fill it up at night before bed, add my goodies and leave it in the fridge all night. The next day I have yummy water!



While hanging out on Facespace one day, I happened upon a challenge.. one that I knew I could take and complete (I'm terrible about giving up on things.) The F Word challenged me (along with the rest of their fans) to drink more F Water! What's F Water? It was a challenge to get in at least 64 ounces of water a day. I didn't do so well ont he challenge, but I did up my intake a ton! And my kiddos joined me in the water intake challenge and are doing amazing! I always find them grabbing water bottles from the fridge rather than asking for juice and milk! Yay! I'm still doing amazing on my water intake! I'm also drinking FAVE juices (Review coming soon!) because they're yummy and only 60 calories!





My next challenge is to try flexitarianism (Check out my friend Steph's blog post on flexitarianism). This SHOULD be easy for me! I won't be eliminating meat, just reducing the amount of meat I eat. I'll add more veggie and fruit meals rather than meat. It'll be a nice change, and help in my process to get slim!








I've picked up gardening thanks to my mother in law and we're growing our own veggies! Some are in pots, but a lot are in the ground. She does herbs year round in pots. She brings them in when it's cold and we still have fresh!







Who's up for the challenge of more water, less meat, and a healthier you??!!

Monday, June 9, 2014

To The Lady In The Baby Aisle

To the lady in the baby aisle who judged me without knowing my story.....

Thank you for making me feel like the worst mom in the world. I have Twincesses at home that need to be fed. How I feed them shouldn't matter to you as long as they're fed. 

I struggled for months to try to breast feed. I pumped around the clock and changed my diet hoping and praying my milk would come in. I borrowed a medical grade pump because I thought it would help. I latched them on as often as they could and dealt with the pain and the upset babies when nothing was coming out. I missed taking my oldest to the bus stop some days because I was up all night power pumping. 

My milk never came completely in. I only got drops. I became depressed because I felt like a failure. I felt like the only girl in the world who couldn't breast feed. 

I had prepared. I did all the research and read a ton of books and talked to lactation consultants and other breast feeding moms. What was I doing wrong? 

I failed at feeding my own girls. 

I relentlessly gave up after 5 months. I formula feed my girls. They are happy. They love me. They are fed. And they're growing into big girls. 

Do I hate myself now? No. I'm doing what's best for myself and my kids. Would I have likes to breast feed? Yes. I would have given my right arm to do so. But it just wasn't in the cards. 

So next time you see a mommy buying formula in the baby aisle, don't make harsh comments or give her dirty looks and glare. You don't know her story. 



How would your life be different if…You stopped making negative judgmental assumptions about people you encounter? Let today be the day…You look for the good in everyone you meet and respect their journey.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Let Them Be Little

When your kids do something that they shouldn't do, such as drawing on the wall with permanent marker or squirting the entire tube of toothpaste on the floor... It drives us crazy. A lot of us get overwhelmed and flip out and sometimes lose our cool. I've done it. I admit I've lost it and yelled and put my kids in their room with the door closed because I couldn't even look at them after what they did. I'm not a perfect mom. 
Afterwards I felt really bad for yelling and apologized and explained what they did was bad but mommy was bad too. And we all do things we shouldn't do. 

I've been trying a more gentle approach lately. And thanks to Facebook I've found easy ways to clean up these crazy messes without a hassle. 
Rather than yelling and getting worked up over things, don't react at all or laugh. Even when they know better, maybe they did it because they had to do it. 
Messes can be cleaned up. Broken items can be replaced. Our children have feelings. Why yell at them when we can embrace their mistakes and help them learn from them? Why do we expect our kids to grow up so fast and be these "perfect little adults" when we ourselves make the same mistakes even as adults. We drop and break things. We make messes. We make mistakes. We are just as human as they are. We deserve respect from them, but we also need to show them respect. You earn respect just as they do. 

My two year old has an obsession with drawing. It's his favorite thing to do. And when I'm not paying attention he will draw on the wall or whatever he can get to. So their bedroom (he shares with his older brother) has crayon drawings on the wall. And I'm ok with it. It's their room. They're not hurt by it. And it can be covered one day. I told him it's not ok and explained to him about taking care of his things. He hasn't done it since. 
Although one day he got ahold of a permanent marker and drew on my living room wall. This wasn't ok. And I made sure to talk to him and show him what he did wasn't ok and that's not how we treat other peoples belongings. Thankfully it came off with some scrubbing with toothpaste. But so far he hasn't drawn on our wall again. 

Life is too short to be upset about kids being kids. Embrace them. Love them. Teach them right from wrong and about respect. But let them be little. Don't push them to grow up too fast.  Choose your battles. Is it worth yelling at them? Hug them tight and talk to them the way you'd like to be talked to. Kids listen more to gentle talk. :) 


Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Why I Wear My Kids

I've been asked numerous times why I wear my Twincesses. What enjoyment do I get out of wearing two tiny little angels who continue to get bigger? Doesn't it ever wear me out wearing them? 

To answer everyone's questions, I'm worn out whether I'm wearing them or not. They're mobile and there's two of them, along with their two older brothers. It never fails that they all rub and crawl four different directions so I'm constantly chasing kids and trying to keep them distracted.

I had never heard of babywearing before I had Aiden. Once I found out about it an received a free carrier from a friend I was addicted. Now i love it. I'm in love with my Tula and enjoy woven carriers just as much. Mei Tais are great too! 

I enjoy having two hands when I do dishes, help Aiden with his homework, chasing Elijah around to change his diaper or get him to sit down and eat, and take walks. 

I'm in the process of getting my pre-pregnancy body back and what better way than to lug a 17 lb baby around on my back while I walk a couple miles and clean the house? Why pay for weights when I have two adorable ones to encourage me to get healthy? I've saved money by not getting a gym membership when I can do better than those workouts at home. Squats and lunges and yoga with a baby on my back rocks. Plus hearing them giggle at my movements is the best encouragement. 

Lifting the double stroller and dragging it out of the house, putting it in the van, pulling it back out, putting it back in... That's just exhausting. It's heavy and bulky and takes up the entire back end of my van. I can't even see out of my rear view window because of it. And putting it in the back I have to angle it just right and clip the locks at the exact moment or it comes tunneling down on me. 

I wear them because they belong with me. The memory of us being one is brought back and shared with them. Feeling and watching their bodies become limp as they listen to my heartbeat, bringing back that nostalgic sound from the womb, as they fall into dream land.

I wear them because we belong together. It reminds them they're wanted and always will be. 

I live seeing what they see, encouraging them to see new things and explaining things to them.  I can see their little minds turning through their eyes as they listen and explore this huge world. 

Emma is in that "stranger anxiety stage" and Addi loves meeting new people, so setting them down to roll around and crawl all over in a public place isn't something I'm comfortable doing. 

I wear them because I'm going to miss the days of cuddling and smelling their baby smells and feeling them sleep soundly on me. I'm going to miss the baby days. I'm going to miss the days where they want mommy to hold them and spend all the time with them. 

Life is so short and they grow up so fast. I'm taking advantage of these precious moments to wear them as much as I can. They won't want to be worn forever so I'll wear them while I still can. 




Monday, March 17, 2014

Scariest Thing in the World

The scariest thing in the world is being pregnant. When you go in for that first ultrasound, whether it's your first kid or 16th kid, it's scary. You don't know what you're going to see - will there be a heartbeat? will the baby be ok? (it's really hard especially after having lost a baby.) It's scary.. overwhelming.. shocking... when the technician says it's twins. You have to see for yourself to make sure that your parents didn't pay them off to joke around with you.
Before having twins, I'll admit, I was scared to death. How on earth am I going to handle doing everything a baby needs twice, plus tending to the needs of Elijah and Aiden as well? It was a lot to think about and take in. From the questions of feeding two at the same time, comforting them when they're both crying, changing diapers, spending time with each individually... You name it, I thought about it!
My biggest questions and fears were if they would come early, would they need any NICU time, would they have any problems? I think every mom has that fear, but it seems to be something mom's of multiples discuss quite a bit when they're pregnant.
I never imagined I'd have twins. We joked about it, they do run in both sides of the family (even though it's only the woman's side that determines frat twins, and identical twins are not necessarily genetic).
How did I react when the tech said we were having twins? Well, I was happy, scared, nervous, ready to throw up and dance at the same time. It was the greatest and scariest time of my life! I was carrying two little rainbow babies!
My husband slipped up and told the world on facebook without my knowledge before I had even announced that we were pregnant. (Thanks Jon!) And in nothing better than a one-word post that confused everyone!

There's no real way to prepare for twins. You can buy two of everything, but that's not what I'm talking about. Mentally, its something, even after they're born, it's hard to believe. I remember going into each doctor's appointment, NST, ultrasound and asking for them to make sure there's really two in there.
The entire pregnancy is a challenge. From the overwhelmingness of your giant belly, to the random people in public who think you're "ready to pop" when you're really barely pregnant and then the shocking look on their face when you say there's two, to the crazy amount of doctor's visits and the amount of doctors you end up with (I had a regular OB and a Maternal Fetal Medicine doctor, leaving me with 2 to 4 doctor's appointments a week). Then you pile on the amount of worry that twin pregnancies bring. Twin pregnancies are much more risky (compared to "normal" pregnancies), there's more complications that can happen, and bed rest is quite common.
And then it hits you... MONEY! You will NEVER have money EVER again. Ok, you'll have a little... if you save... but you'll need to buy twice as many diapers, formula if you use it, clothes, toys, etc. Everything comes in twos. And if you have other kids, you'll need even more!
Sleep is like a unicorn. When you're pregnant, it's hard to get comfortable. They tell you to lay on your left side and you should be fine. Well, when you've got twins inside your giant belly, there's no comfy regardless of which side. I always had one in one hip bone and one in my ribs, so comfy wasn't something I felt very often, not even sitting or standing or laying.
If having twins as your first, you already have no idea what you're doing with one, but now you have no idea what you're doing times two! Babies are scary little things. They get sick, they're so small and gentle, and they cry and need a lot from you.
Along the road of twin pregnancy, something scary will happen. Whether it be a minor scary, or a major scary, something will happen. You have to have a good support team by your side at all times. And by your side I mean literally, you'll more than likely need help getting up from the bed or couch or floor or bath.
The hospital will be your home for a bit. Most twins end up spending some time in the hospital. Whether it be a day or two, or a week or two, or a month or two depends on your children and the staff. Mentally and physically this will be draining. You'll need to make sure during their stay you get as much sleep as you can, spend as much time as you can with them, eat and take care of yourself. Also, don't let the nurses and staff boss you around. You can hold your child (unless there's a big major medical reason for you not to) and you can pump breast milk or even try breast feeding. Formula is NOT needed if you intend to breast feed. Do not let them tell you otherwise. You can do research and talk to a lactation consultant while you're there.
Be prepared for stares and questions. You'll be asked a ton of questions... the most famous being "are they twins?" Just respond with "yes..." and move on. And everyone "knew" or "knows" a twin.. or went to school with one.. met one once at the movies.. etc. Stories are commonly shared, and unwanted by us parents lol.
Do not compare your twins. They will grow at their own pace. Do not compare them to other children. Again, at their own pace. Each child is unique and will stand, sit, eat, walk, talk, etc at their own pace. Don't rush them!
Each of your twins is an individual. They will be grouped together as "the twins" quite often. But please try to make them each feel as they are important as individuals and not just a unit. They will each have their own likes and dislikes. They may not share everything.

But honestly, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I've had the most fun being pregnant with twins, and the greatest amounts of fun since they've been here. I'll admit we've hit our down hill points, especially having two older brothers along the ride as well. Between Addisin and Elijah both needing a billion doctors appointments, a hospital visit for a few days, specialists called, and Emmalynn having this odd mark on her belly which scared me... it's been an eventful ride filled with tears of joy and tears of fear. I love each of my kids.


Sunday, March 9, 2014

We All Need Some Time...

After some much needed time away from blogging, I am back!

Life got very crazy for a while. As most of you know, I delivered my twincesses in July. After that, we were hoping life would bounce back to normal. Boy were we wrong. Adding 2 to our household of 4 added some unexpected turns. Not only did we have a 2 year old toddler who decided to test the waters with mommy and daddy and become jealous, a 5 year old who started his first year of school (yay for preschool!), we also ended up spending a few days back in the hospital because dear Addisin contracted a bad case of RSV/pneumonia ontop of her asthma. That was one of the roughest times! Not only did I spend a few nights alone with her in the hospital, away from my other 3 kiddos and hubby, but seeing her so miserable was sad.

That Friday we decided, after a week of coughing and snotting and feelin miserable, we decided to take her to the doctor. They gave her some antibiotics and sent us home saying it was a cold and ear infection. Monday it got worse, so we brought her back. Her coughing sounded rough and she wasn't sleeping well. They sent us home with a nebulizer and albuterol for her asthma and coughing. While that helped her sleep, she still wasn't getting better, and had nearly stopped eating.
New Years day she hit rock bottom and we called the night nurse line and they said to wait til Friday, try some water/pedialyte and increase the times we were doing breathing treatments. She didn't get better by Friday, I took her in to the doctor, and she had lost half a pound since Monday, which is a BIG drop for someone so little, a preemie who was already having some weight issues from the start. My mother in law and I drove to the hospital with her (I'm so thankful she met me at the house to go so I wasn't alone.) They admitted her immediately and started her on IV fluids and debated oxygen.
That night she stopped breathing for a few seconds in her sleep. My heart dropped as the nurse who was already in the room pushed some buttons and started her on oxygen. She struggled to breathe for 2 days in the hospital, they continued her oxygen, and she had stopped breathing a couple more times.
The one thing that bothered me the most was the stupidity of one of the doctors. I'm not sure if she was going by the old-school ways of doctoring (she was an older lady) or was just difficult and stupid, but she CANCELLED Addisin's breathing treatments, took the orders out of the computer so the nurse couldn't order the albuterol to help her breathe and sleep. The nurse was confused and just as angry as I was. I was to the point where I was calling my husband to come get us and we were going to another hospital (we were at a local children's hospital, which we now wish we had taken them to the hospital they were born at.) After her and I put up a fight with one of the other doctors, he came in to check on her, and decided it was best to continue the albuterol. She got her breathing treatments again and finally got to sleep peacefully for a bit. Mommy knows best, sometimes doctors need to listen to mommy, we see more than they do, even without a medical degree.
Sunday she started looking and feeling a ton better, and was eating on a decent schedule. I was overly exhausted but happy. Hospital beds are NOT comfortable, I was ready to go home. They released us that night, my mother in law and father in law had come to the hospital to visit her and bring us home. I was so happy to be home.

The boys got to spend a much needed week in Florida at our grandparent's house with my mother and father in law. They had so much fun going to the aquarium, finding shells, swimming and spending time with family. We skyped every night so they could tell us about their day, check on their sissys and we could send love from afar. It's going to be rough to see my father in law deploy soon, the boys will miss him greatly, so he's spending as much time as he can with them now.

Now that things are more organized and our family is adjusted to one another and on a decent routine I'm able to come back to blogging and enjoying my space to vent and write. I've missed doing reviews, expressing myself, and showing off my babies!

Addisin

Emmalynn


Aiden and Elijah

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Pulling my hair out

Tonight is one of those nights where I want to pull my hair out. The house is a mess. Eli was asleep until my husband had the intelligent idea to move him... Yea that ended well. Addisin has been screaming her head off in my arms for two hours. I've tried walking, rocking, music, talking, bath, food, cold air, everything. She's miserable. Which in the end makes me miserable. I now have a migraine. And want five minutes to just scream. I want to go outside and scream as loud as I can. My husband has decided it's time for him to sleep. So here I am with Elijah who is getting into everything and wants a sandwich at midnight and Addisin who is miserable. What a lovey night eh?

And then the screaming ends. And the begging for a sandwich or a juice box ends. And everyone falls asleep and is quiet.
Except me.
I cannot sleep. All I can do is stare and think "this was a rough night, but was totally worth it."
Yes I got upset and frustrated. I wasn't upset with the kids though. I was upset with the situation and the feeling that I had no control. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with Addisin. I couldn't get Elijah back to sleep or give him my full attention while comforting a screaming baby.
I look at my children after these nights and think... It only lasts for a bit... Soon they will be grown up and doing things on their own. They won't want me to hold them at night. Aiden is already making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches by himself which makes me sad and happy at the same time.

So to all those mothers out there who have rough nights... Remember... They grow up so fast. Cuddle them. Love them. Give them attention. And be their mother. Walk away for a minute to catch your breath then tackle whatever situation head on with a new calm view. Yes, your child will still scream while you walk away. But put them in a safe spot like on the floor on a mat or in their crib or pack n play. It will not hurt them to cry for a minute. And you need a minute or two to calm yourself down.
Love your children. They need you. And you need calm.

Monday, October 28, 2013

A Letter To My Kids

Dear kiddos,

I know sometimes I lose my cool.
I'm not perfect.
I'm doing the best I can. It may not always seem like it. But I am.
I try to balance everything in a day - kids, dinner, laundry, family, and everything else. 
It seems like the world is flying by in seconds and minutes and I can't keep up.

You're so young but you're so smart. You've seen a lot, you've dealt with a lot, in just the few years and months you've been alive.
You're smarter than me (sh, don't tell!) You use your imagination for amazing things. You bring out the kid in me again. Building forts in the living room, finger painting all over the dining room table, rolling around in the leaves. You make life worth every second.

Please know, no matter how crazy the day gets....

Cereal for dinner is ok. 
We have days filled with doctors' appointments for every kid, grocery shopping, a trip to "M" and I forget that dinner comes before the day ends. It's not the best thing, but I'm trying. It's a fast solution for me. 

You aren't always going to get McDonald's just because you ask for it, even with that pouty face that Nana gives in to.
I love you. I don't want to fill your tiny bodies with nasty processed food every week when we have a working stove and oven and crockpot and a freezer full of venison and chicken. Please, continue to eat cucumbers as a snack.

You won't always get to do what you want....
because I love you and don't trust those creepy people out there in the world. It's nothing against you, I trust you. I know you'll be as careful as you can be. I've lost a lot of people in my life and the worst thing in my mind would be to lose you. I cannot imagine that and worry everyday about you. I'm not trying to be mean or a "bad" parent. I am trying to figure things out as we go. I'm attached to you, and don't know what else to do other than say no and not worry.

Everything you do makes me love you.
You are an amazing soul. Everything big and small means the world to me. When you bring home that "blob" you painted on a piece of paper or the buttons you glued randomly all over the paper and called it artwork... well those mean a lot to me. That's why I keep them on the fridge and in a scrap book. I don't care about the dirty laundry, I love remembering how the clothes got dirty. I don't care if we have a spotless clean house, I enjoy dumping out the toy box and building a fort out of blankets.

I am proud of you, even when I don't say it.

If I could take all the kids in the world and throw them in a pile and pick the perfect kids, I would pick you guys out every time. You guys are perfect. Even when I'm having a terrible day and end up on the floor in the corner crying my eyes out because I'm overwhelmed and don't know what to do... you're still perfect. Next time I find myself in that corner I'll just throw gummy worms at you and pray you let me have 5 seconds of peace. 

Even though I don't say it every day, I'm really proud of all of you and I love you to the moon and back.

Love forever,
Mommy

Thursday, October 24, 2013

How Do I Do It

I'm often asked how I do it, especially when I have all four kiddos at the store or doctors office by myself. Four kids under four, three in diapers... Yea it gets tough. I won't deny that. I have my days where I just want to explode. I admit I lose my cool sometimes. That doesn't make me a bad mother, does it?

 I love my kids.

They eat three meals a day with snacks. Sometimes those meals are cereal or ramen noodles or frozen chicken nuggets. I don't always cook a full meal. We eat a lot of white rice with scrambled eggs. But hey, they're fed right? And they have their own beds (not that Eli sleeps in his, apparently ours is more comfy). They have toys, take baths, and we play and read. I've resorted to apps on an iPad or tv time so I can take a shower (what? When do I have time to shower?) I forget to eat most days. I drink a cold cup of black coffee most of the time. My kids have marker all over their legs and arms and faces and even sometimes in their mouth. My house is never spotless.

My four year old goes to school four days a week all day. My husband is in school full time. I'm a stay at home mom with a two year old (going through his tremendous twos. Yes I call them tremendous because they're so exciting I never know what tomorrow will give with him) and our almost three month old Twincesses.

Everyday is eventful. Some days I want a vacation.

I have resorted to calling my crazy grandmother almost daily so I can have some sort of adult conversation. And if you know her, you know what I mean... I love her though.

I wouldn't trade it for the world.

I get the most enjoyment out of watching them. Just sitting here watching them play and learn. Their facial expressions, their reactions, their interaction. I love their everything. Their hugs and kisses and snuggles. And when they're sick they cling to me and feel safe in my arms. When it storms they want to cuddle in my lap. I love hearing "mama!" (Most days.)

I love my kids.

As stressful as it is... They're only babies and kids for a short time. They grow up so fast.

So yes, my life is crazy. I have four kids, duh! But it's worth every gray hair and white jacket day.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Cats, Babies and Cuddling

A sleepless night, a swollen eye lid, and a new bed. Last night was fun! After holding Addi and trying to comfort her through all her screaming, she finally fell asleep around 3 am. This was my chance to put both girls in their pack n play beside our bed for the first time. Amazingly enough they slept really well. 4 hours later Addi woke up, and an hour after that Emmy woke up. 



Eli on the other hand fell asleep around 10-11 or so. He woke up around 1-2 and had a gigantic swollen eye lid. 

This is what happens when my son plays with cats. 

He loves cats though. Especially the community cat we have that is very protective. Poor kiddo. He's allergic to everything. We call him our bubble child. He needs a giant bubble to live in.
His allergies so far : dairy (not lactose intolerant, he's allergic), cats, dogs, pollen and feathers. Yes, I said feathers. Weird isn't it? 

After some benedryl and orange juice, and the girls going to sleep, he and I finally curled up in bed with daddy and cuddled.  We fell asleep watching Fireman Sam. It was much needed cuddle time. He's not a cuddler unless he's sick. 

Now here's to hoping I can get a nap in too day and an early bed time tonight. And hopefully a shower. And some coffee. 

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Reusing Crib Bumpers

A lot of babies like to chew.
Cloth crib bumpers are not safe.
A lot of families still have these bumpers and don't know what to do with them.
Instead of shipping them off to Goodwill, use them!
Read on before thinking "didn't she just say they're not safe?"

My friend Emma Sphon decided to reuse her child's crib bumpers in an amazing way.

She took the crib bumpers and tied them to the top of the crib to keep her baby from chewing the top! Great idea!!!

Dear NICU Nurses

Dear NICU Nurses,

For months I had imagined this easy birth, and bringing my girls home the following day. That all changed in an instant.Until that morning, I never thought I'd meet you. I never could have imagined that you would be such an important figure in my life. Seeing you for the first time holding my two little angels before I had held them, talking and singing to them, comforting them, and worrying about them.
I had never been inside a NICU. I had only seen them on TV and in photos. It wasn't something I ever thought I would see from the inside. But there I was for 5 days, bugging you with repetitive questions, asking for help, and just needing someone to talk to during a nightly feed at 3am.
You were the first to hold my little girls. You were the first to talk to them. You were the first to really see them. You rushed them out of the room just a few minutes after they were born.
Seeing you take care of my little girls, checking their temperature, calming them down when they would cry, feeding them their first bottle, being the first person they saw when they opened their eyes... you knew their signals, what their cries meant, you knew everything about my sweet little angels, and I knew nothing. For hours you got to spend time with them, making sure they were ok, while I sat in my bed wondering if they were ok, wanting nothing more than to be next to them.
The first time you handed them to me, I couldn't hold back the tears. It was one of the most joyous experiences in my life. I had never felt that way, I can't even begin to describe it. I couldn't hear anything going on around me, all I could think about was my two little girls were finally in my arms where they belonged, but they weren't there for long. They had more time to spend in their little box, more time hooked to machines, more time with me standing beside their bed staring at them with many emotions running through me.
Everyday I think of you. How blessed we are that you came into our life. You made sure my girls were strong, you encouraged them and helped me. You helped get them on a routine, and me as well. You explained things to us, made sure we understood, and didn't get upset when we asked you a billion questions repeatedly.
You took charge when the doctor wasn't around, and sometimes when he was. You knew what was best for them, and made sure they got it. You knew more about my girls than I did. You ran back and forth from the desk to their bedside to turn off the beeping monitors because they were constantly kicking off their cords and unplugging things with their tiny arms and legs. You kept an eye when Emma was having breathing problems, and when it got worse you knew what to do.
I paced the halls upset because I wanted to bring my angels home. I didn't know what else to do. You comforted me and kept up conversation, from the sad to the pointless, you kept me entertained.
I still recall the many times I would walk into the NICU and see you sitting in the rocking chair holding one of my little girls, singing to her, talking to her. You mothered them when I wasn't around. You cared for them as if they were your own.
Inside that locked room, the room that most people don't get to see, the room that gets pointed out but not seen on maternity tours, there's blessings that happen. You are the reason for those blessings. My girls' being strong and coming home after only 5 days is just one of those blessings. Most of the world will never understand how important you are, how scary that room is. I do. Very few do.
I'll never be able to repay you for what you've done for me. You fought for my girls, you woke the doctor and told him this needed to be done and made him listen, you pumped Emma's stomach when she couldn't breath, you made sure their IVs were just right, you helped me with pumping and trying to breast feed, you encouraged skin to skin, you reassured me that my angels were perfect, even with the many machines hooked up to them.
I cannot begin to describe everything you've done for us. I've tried. Every time I look at my angels, or I talk about their birth, you flash across my mind. I remember the faces and the names. You all still play such an important part in my girls' lives. You helped bring them into this world.
You cried when we were discharged. You came into the room to help us pack up, and give one last feeding. You entertained my two older boys. You hugged us and made us feel like family.
Where ever you are, you are God's angels.

Love,
A Twincess Mom <3

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Bebes for Security

Both my kids have security blankets, well-known in my house as bebes. They don't like to go without
them, whether its outside or to school or to the store. Thankfully, we have about 8 of them that are pretty much alike so we wont ever go without one. They are soft on one side and silky-like on the other side. They range in decoration from Winnie the Pooh and tigger to doggies and letters to polka dots.


These blankets have been everywhere, from taking a swim in the lake, to a walk/drag down the road, across state lines, to a tornado destroyed town and more.

Why my kids find these blankets so special I may never know. But both my boys love them. I've had countless nights where I've watched the boys curl up with a bebe wrapped around them, one hand holding the bebe and the other petting it while falling asleep. I plan on keeping these bebes until the boys are older and passing them down to their kiddos. Of course, that is if we can keep them in one piece. I already have to sew two of them, and one has an Army name tape on it because Aiden took it to school.



The girls' bebes are put away for when they are able to defend them from their brothers. I just wonder if they will feel the same about these bebes that their brothers do, or if they will find comfort in something else.

Strangers Comments and Family Help

Sometimes I wonder if people think before they say things to strangers. For instance the other day I took all my kiddos to the grocery store with me to pick up milk. It was just me and them. Inside I had comments about how I have my hands full, etc. etc. Then when putting the stroller in the back of the van, I had these two older ladies ask me if my mother was having me put the stroller in. I know I look 16 but I'm not. Then they proceeded to discuss the 4 kids I had with me and how I look exhausted. I know they do not mean to offend me, but they did. 

It drives me crazy that people compare mothers of multiples to circuses. They think we've got more of a work load than the every day mother of more than one child. Just because I have 4 kids, 2 being twins, does not mean my situation is any different than the lady next to me with 2 kids. Its just as complicated. 

Sometimes I think having 4 is easier. Aiden helps out a lot by keeping Eli entertained while I make food or wash bottles or feed the girls. Eli has found out he gets praised for throwing dirty diapers and other things in the garbage (except when he throws things we need such as bills.) I have times where it does get overwhelming, yes. The other day I wanted to pull my hair out because both girls were screaming their heads off (clean diapers and full bellies, just wanted snuggle time) and I was trying to make Eli a late lunch/snack because he was cranky and tired and whining. That is where my superhero mother in law comes in. She has this sixth sense to know when the kids are having crazy days and I need someone to save me. She had got off work early that day and surprised me when she walked in the front door to help. I know God had something to do with that.

When we first moved up here with Aiden and Eli, I was weird about having family offer to help so much. I thought we didn't need it so I always tried to turn it down. Ive learned over the time to never turn down help. They help because they care. And because they get to spend time with these amazing little ones that keep them entertained. Its such a blessing to have an amazing family that enjoys spending time with my kiddos, taking time out of their busy schedule to hang out with them, take them places, or just walk around outside with them.
I am not afraid to ask for help either. It does not mean I'm a bad mom or that I'm weak when I need help. It just means.. I need help. Whether its a trip to the store or a few minutes to take a shower without hearing a screaming child because someone took his bebe. 

Now that I've crossed two different topics, I'll finish this post by saying its ok to ask for help. Don't be afraid! 

Sleep Like A Cat

Sleep.
This mythical thing that reminds me of unicorns. I seem to have an odd obsession with unicorns lately. That's the second time in 12 hours I've compared something to them. The lack of sleep must be getting to me. 

Advice from other people - sleep when baby sleeps. 

I hear mothers constantly complaining that they get no sleep. Technically, they get sleep. It just comes in 2-4 hour intervals. They sleep when baby sleeps. In my case, lately, that's been in 3-4 hour intervals and lasts from 3am to 7am, then from 8am to 10am. My nights are pretty entertaining. And I'm sure my hair and outfits are just as entertaining to the UPS man when he knocks at the door and sees me answering with a child attached to a breast and another child running around in a diaper at my feet asking for juice for the billionth time. 

Cat naps in the evening before dinner are very much needed. Eli usually passes out on the couch at my feet while I pass out holding one or both twins. 
Why do they call them cat naps? When a cat naps it isn't completely asleep. A mother is like a cat in this sense as we hear everything going on around us, the slightest sound will bring us to our feet. 
Sorry for the random thoughts there. Definitely from the lack of sleep. 

I've been asked by some first time moms how I do it.. How do I get any sleep when I have 4 kids. Well, the truth is.. I sleep when everyone else sleeps. I just don't sleep much. I drift off when doing dishes or laundry, I sleep in the car when someone else is driving, or I drink a lot of coffee. You get used to it after a while. Growing up I remember my mom being the last person to sleep - sometime after midnight - and the first one up - sometime before 5 am. My grandma is still the same way. So I'm assuming we mothers are born to live in very little sleep. 

I shall now go pass out in hopes that the girls will let me sleep. 

Good night. 

Sunday, September 15, 2013

My World Was Upside Down

July 25th was the day my entire life changed.
My mom and stepdad drove up from Ohio the night before, an over 8 hour trip (she left Cincinnati, stopped in Toledo to pick him up, and then headed up here to Grand Rapids).
That morning, my husband left for class, and my mom and I headed off to what we were hoping would be a typical ultrasound and growth scan for the twins I was carrying. I was 36 weeks exactly, and so excited! 4 more weeks and my little girls would be in my arms! That was what I was hoping for, to carry full term. Little did I know my life was about to spin.

Lets flash back to two weeks before. I was sitting in a room down the hall with an ultrasound tech by myself having a routine ultrasound and growth scan. She left the room to get the doctor which was normal. He made it routine to come in and discuss the ultrasound and find out how things were going and answer questions. He had mentioned that baby B was growing a lot smaller than she should have been, her growth was slowing down. She had barely grown in a month, which was a concern and something he wanted to keep an eye on. This did not surprise me at first, the entire pregnancy both girls were on the small side, my husband and I are both small people. He said she was below the bottom 14th percentile, and if she dropped below the bottom 10th it would be a major concern and would be considered IUGR (intrauterine growth restriction) which would cause an early induction and more than likely a lot of NICU time. He wanted me back in a week for a BPP (biophysical profile) to check heart rate and cord function as well as other things and wanted me to have two doses of steroid shots that week. So we went on to have my normal twice a week NSTs and the BPP and the painful two steroid shots. He had scheduled me for an amniocentesis on the 25th of July to check their lung development to see if it was ok to deliver then. An alarm went off in my head. I left the doctors in tears, scared that something was going to go wrong. I knew very little about IUGR but knew amniocentesis and some of the horror stories behind it. I immediately called my husband and cried with him on the phone all the way home. I then called my mom, a nurse, and got her opinion and then called my mother in law and discussed things with her as well. We needed a plan. An emergency plan.
For two weeks my husband and I did research, asked other parents of multiples as well as our friends and family, and talked to my regular OB as well as the nurses at the office about the amnio and got their opinions. We decided the amnio was not the route we wanted to go.

Flash forward back to the 25th, the day I was scheduled for the amnio and other things. 
10 am we reached the Maternal Fetal Medicine and checked in. They did the normal routine of peeing in a cup, blood pressure, weight check, etc. Nothing was out of the ordinary. I felt confident that the girls would be perfect and we'd spend the evening with my boys grilling out and enjoying the warm weather. 
They called me back to the room, my mom sat in a chair next to me and the doctor came in. He started the ultrasound, checking every body part, their heart rate, their height, their weight and their cord function. He turned the machine off and the rest became a blur. He informed me I would need to be induced today, that I would probably leave his office and go to the hospital to have my twins. He needed to call my regular OB to have them schedule me in at the hospital though. He said baby B was IUGR. I expected to hear she was below the bottom 10th, but he said she had dropped even lower and was below the bottom 1st percentile and her cord wasn't functioning as it should have been, it was slowing down. This meant if I kept her in any longer, her cord would shut down, she would stop receiving nutrients and oxygen and she wouldn't make it. I would lose my Addisin. I am so glad my mother came with me because I was not able to drive from there. Because we live an hourish away from the MFM which is also close to the hospital, we were told to stick around the city until he called in case he wanted me to come right away. I called my husband when we left and informed him of what was going on. He was prepared to come down as soon as I told him.
My mom took my keys and we went shopping at a few local stores while we waited for my OB to call. We mostly just walked around some stores, hung out, sampled some food at Sam's Club. It was nice to have my mom there and kept me occupied.
Finally, what felt like an eternity but was probably an hour or so later, my OBs office called and we were scheduled for induction that night at 7:30 pm. We headed back to our house and spent the evening installing car seats, eating (or at least attempting to eat), packing my hospital bag, and spending time with my boys and parents. I admit, I was a wreck. All these emotions were crawling inside me. I was happy, sad, scared, nervous, you name it. I wanted to take a nap, but my body wouldn't stop. I had to keep busy to keep from thinking the worst.
My husband and I left the house around 6:00 pm, and headed to the hospital. We checked in and got settled into the delivery room. The nurses all came in to introduce themselves, the doctors as well. Cathy was the greatest nurse I could have asked for. All night she spent time with us, reassured us, made sure I was comfortable, and took care of everything. And Dr Getz was the most amazing doctor, so caring and answered everything, even the questions I'm sure I asked a billion times.
The original plan when we got there was to get my dilated by using Cervidil and then once I hit 5 they'd give me pitocin to start contractions. Their goal was to get me dilated enough by morning when my regular OB could be there to deliver. Well, they checked me and I was already a 3 and some regular contractions had already started from all the stress.
After two hours of discussion with the on call doctor and intern, and a call to my doctor, they decided to go straight for the pitocin and I'd have the girls whenever my body and the pitocin would let me.
Around 11:00 pm they started me on the pitocin and performed an ultrasound. Baby A was head down and B was transverse. Here goes the fun. They discussed with me and my husband that we would deliver in the OR just in case we had to have a c-section. Our goal was to deliver both vaginally.
The contractions weren't too bad. It was something I could handle. But around 4am I decided it was time to get an epidural. I didn't want to wait until the last minute and it be too late. They wanted the epidural too in case they had to do the c-section.
Around 6 am or so, Cathy came in to let us know her shift ended at 7 so if we didn't deliver around then she'd not be there and would introduce me to the new nurse. She went to empty my bladder and saw a head! It was time! She ran out into the hallway and called for the doctor. Sure enough, Emmalynn's head was right there ready to come out.
With the doctor, Cathy, the nurses to assist with the delivery, the ultrasound tech, the anesthesiologist and his assistant, 3 nursery nurses per child totaling 6, and a few other nurses who just wanted to witness a twin delivery, it was time to start pushing. It seemed like there were 25 people in the room, but I didn't care. I wanted my girls out safely.
We didn't have a chance to get into the OR. There was a c-section going on at the time in the room across the hall, and the girls were already wanting out. They did a quick ultrasound to see who was where, and saw B was still transverse. I pushed Emmalynn (baby A) out with no problem at 6:40 AM on Friday July 26, 2013. They did another ultrasound where B was to see what position she was in and had to find her. She, of course, had moved since there was more room. They found her way down low and head down. She was already trying to come out! All on her own! Addisin (B) came out at 6:45 AM, just 5 minutes after her sister.


 

While the doctors and nurses were doing their work, I happened to look over and see what I couldn't have imagined, and what I would never wish on anyone. They had oxygen masks on both my girls and were working on them, neither of them screaming or making any sounds. I watched a nurse holding Emmalynn as she ran her out of the room and into the NICU without a word, without me holding her, no kiss, no look, nothing. All I could do was stare at Addisin and hope everything was ok. I couldn't lose my little girls. My world was spinning and I was stuck on this table with what felt like no legs, no way to run after my little one. I asked my husband what was going on and he said he didn't know. I told him to go with her, so he ran out of the room to stay with Emmy.
I'm alone in this room with the doctors and nurses working on me and making sure I'm ok, and 3 nurses tending to Addisin. It seemed like an eternity, but it was only a few minutes later when they brought Addisin over for me to hold for what seemed like only a few seconds. They took her and rushed her out of the room.
Both my daughters were far away. I wanted so badly to be with them but I was stuck to this bed. I felt helpless. My husband returned and informed me the girls were on CPAP machines and were having trouble breathing. They were hooked up to all kinds of machines, monitoring their every thing.




















A bit later, my legs finally started working a little, and they got me into a wheelchair and were wheeling me to a recovery room. We stopped by the NICU and I got to see my little girls, but still couldn't touch them. They were so amazing. Perfect little angels. I was so lucky. All I wanted to do was hold and love them.
After a few hours in the recovery room, my husband and I walked down to the NICU and visited the girls. They were doing so well. It had been about 6 or so hours since we had them, and they were both off the CPAP machine, but they were still on IV fluid and being monitored. Emmy was still having breathing problems.
The next few days were touch and go. Emmy was still having issues breathing, but they kept her off the CPAP machine. We got to hold them attached to the machines late the night we had them. It was the greatest feeling in the world.






The girls improved very quickly. Within 3 days they were off IV fluids and drinking from a bottle. Emmy had a few times where she had issues with her breathing and with her bowel movements. She had to have her stomach pumped twice because she got so constipated she couldn't breathe well. The third night they even took them off IV fluids and started weaning them off the heat machines. The fourth day they were finally able to come into our room and stay all day. We were so happy! Day 5, we were informed around 8am that we would be released around 10am! Our room started getting crowded with a ton of the nurses we had grown close to in just a few days. They were helping us feed the girls, pack things, making sure we were prepared for the event of having such tiny preemie babies at home. They were sad to see the girls go. But they were happy that they were doing so well!



I am glad that our delivery went so well, and our time in the NICU was short considering what the girls went through. We are very lucky our IUGR preemies are as perfect and amazing as they are.
I'm thankful we had such an amazing delivery staff and a wonderful NICU team. They were all so helpful. We met so many amazing people that I thank God for everyday. He brought them into our life for a reason. <3


My Twincesses
7/26/13

Emmalynn Faith
4lbs 10oz
18 inches
6:40am

Addisin Hope
3lbs 12oz
16 1/4 inches
6:45am

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Eli's Secret Mission

This post brought to you by GoodNites. All opinions are 100% mine.

Night time can be very stressful for kiddoss of all ages, especially those who have potty training issues or bed wetting issues. I have a son who we’ve had issues with accidents in the middle of the night. It seems like a never ending battle with changing sheets in the middle of the night and an upset kid who’s ashamed, even after we reassured him that it’s ok.

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Day 3 : My washer and dryer thanked me because I had another day of no wet sheets!

I absolutely love how you couldn’t even tell he was wearing them under his clothes. He loved them because he could “hide” the fact that he had an accident when he got up in the morning and ran to the bathroom to change.

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Friday, July 19, 2013

Twin/Multiples Discount Programs

So I've been doing some research and asking around about companies that offer discounts for twins/multiples. I've found a few so far that I've contacted.


Pampers Multiple Birth Offer 
"Simply send us copies of your baby's hospital discharge papers. Please black out sensitive information such as social security numbers before sending them. Finally, mail your name and address along with the copies of the hospital discharge papers to": 

U.S. Residents: Pampers Multiple Birth Offer
The Procter & Gamble Company
P. O. Box 599
Cincinnati, OH 45201 

Canadian Residents: Pampers Multiple Birth Offer
The Procter & Gamble Company - Toronto Ontario
P. O. Box 355, Station A
Toronto Ontario M5W1C5
Please allow 6 to 8 weeks for your coupons to arrive. 




Gerber

Parents of twins can send copies of birth certificates to the address bellow and receive coupons good for five cans of FREE formula! We recommend you call the number below to confirm.

Carnation Good Start Formula, Nestle Infant Nutrition
PO Box AW
Wilkes Barre, PA 18703
Phone: 1-800-782-7766




Evenflo

Evenflo offers a set of free bottles, nipples and sippy cups (products may vary) 
1000 Evenflo Drive
Canton, GA 30114 
Phone: 1-800-356-2229



Mead Johnson

Contact them about their Multiples Program in which you can receive a case of formula for each child. May need pediatrician to verify your twins. 
Phone: 1-800-422-2902 or 1-800-222-9123



Johnson and Johnson

Get a twins-gift packet.

Johnson & Johnson
199 Grandview Road
Skillman, NJ 08558
800-526-3967 




Bristol Meyers

Contact them about their multiple birth program via the address and phone number below.

2400 W. Lloy Expressway
Evansville, IN 47721
800-422-2902 




The First Years


The First Years produces a variety of well-regarded gadgets and gizmos for babies. Send proof of birth, such as a newspaper clipping or copies of the birth certificates, to: The First Years, One Kiddie Dr., Avon, MA 02322, Attn: Multiple Births Program. You'll receive a gift of items from the company's product line. Contents may vary, but in the past have included bibs, rattles, teethers and toys.
Or Call 1-800-533-6708.



LUVS

The company requires you to establish the authenticity of your request by sending copies of your babies' hospital discharge papers. (Black out sensitive information such as social security numbers before sending them.) Mail the copies with your name and address to:

Luvs Multiple Birth Offer
The Procter & Gamble Company
P. O. Box 599
Cincinnati, OH 45201 

Please allow 6 to 8 weeks for your coupons to arrive.




Mustela

Mustela (skin care for moms and babies) will send a one-time gift to the parents of twins, triplets, and other multiples. To receive a gift, fax or mail a copy of each birth certificate within six months of the date of birth to the address listed at the Mustela website (scroll down to the very bottom).

Ringling Bros Circus
Free tickets to the circus (never expire)
Ringling Bros. & Barnum & Bailey Circus
Feld Entertainment
P.O. Box 39845
Edina, MN 55439-9458

Little Me
2 new outfits in size 9 months
Little Me
112 W 34th St
Suite 1000
New York, NY 10120

Triple Paste
3 boxes of Triple Paste Diaper Rash Cream Triple Paste
Summers Laboratories, Inc.
Triple Paste Brand
103 G. P. Clement Drive
Collegeville, PA 19426

Diaper Genie (Playtex)
$7.00 Rebate on the purchase of a Diaper Genie.

 Playtex Products20 Troy RoadWhittany, NJ 07981



Babies 'R' Us Multiple Birth Discount 

We are pleased to inform you of our multiple birth discount. Babies"R"Us defines a multiple birth as parents with two or more babies the same age. We offer our customers 10% off two or more of the same items purchased in the same order (e.g. two cribs, two bedding sets, two strollers, etc.). The discount applies to the following categories only: furniture, bedding sets and baby gear, including car seats, strollers, travel yards, highchairs, swings, gates, exersaucers/walkers and backpack/carriers. Double strollers and matching infant car seats are also eligible for the multiple birth discount. This offer is not available on any special purchase items. Visit www.babiesrus.com for more information.






If you know of any other discounts or freebies for twins/multiples please let me know! Thanks!