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Milestone Mania

As a new mom I have experienced milestone mania and anxiety because of the same.  I have found that there is extreme importance put on your baby meeting milestones in a timely manner.  My doctor has a program that you log onto and you take the quiz to se if your baby has done the things that are “age appropriate”.  Every time I get ready to take the quiz I get anxiety.  Are my babies okay?  Are they doing everything that other babies their age are doing?  They haven’t done that yet?  Is something wrong with them?

I guess a big part of my anxiety stems from the fact that I know nothing about babies.  So, I constantly question am I doing enough to engage their abilities.  Do I give them enough floor time?  Did I give them enough tummy time?  Should I show them how to crawl?  Should I show them how to pull up?

Another part of my anxiety stems from the fact that Gabe was born with a prolapsed umblical cord.  They had him pumped with oxygen from the second he came out.  So, we always question whether he had lost any oxygen.  If he was born without a hitch like Noah we probably would not worry so much.

In the beginning the babies seemed to excel at their milestones.  They smiled appropriately, they rolled from their tummies to their backs quickly and they were really good with their hands.  They passed toys back and forth with ease.  Then things started to slow down.  It took them awhile to find their feet and to roll from their backs to their tummies.  Even now they are almost ten months and Noah is just now trying to crawl on his hands and knees.  Gabe isn’t even really trying yet.  They aren’t pulling up yet and they aren’t getting into the sitting position on their own.  In fact Noah is on a sit strike.  As soon as he started to try to crawl he refused to sit.  I find myself and my husband saying you only have a couple of weeks to crawl.  Where did we get this deadline?  At our last doctor’s visit she told us she wasn’t concerned about them not doing these things until they are 10.5 months.  So, there’s our deadline.

This is where it gets confusing, the boys were born at 35 weeks. Five weeks early, so in a sense we can calculate the meeting of deadlines based on their “adjusted age”.  So, in real time the babies are 42 weeks but if you go by their adjusted age they would be 37 weeks.  So, you can determine milestones by their adjusted age.

What I have really found is that my babies do things when they are damn ready to.  I tried to force them to find their feet.  I would pull them up to their face and make happy sounds.  They just looked at me like I was crazy.  Then I would help them roll over from their backs to their tummies.  This would just enrage them.  Then one day they just started to do both.  I can see Noah try to crawl and he screams at the fact that he isn’t coordinating his legs with his arms.  He wants to do it so bad and he gets frustrated that he is so close but not quite there.  I think these babies will be just like their mommy and daddy.  I do not like to be told what to do.  Not in the sense that I have insubordination issues, it’s just if someone tells me I need to do something a certain way it makes me not want to do it at all.  I want to do things my way.  I think my husband is a little bit of the same.  I see this in my bubs.  They just aren’t ready to crawl or pull themselves up yet.  But tomorrow they could wake up and be ready.  Does this mean that I am not going to help foster their growth and help them?  Absolutely not.  Noah tries to pull himself up on me and I allow him to.  It’s just I am not trying to force something he is not ready to do yet.

People ask all the time:  “Are they crawling yet?”  And I respond not yet.  And they will say back it will happen, almost in a pity voice.  I find myself retorting they were born 5 weeks early, they have time.  But when you look at a wide range of babies you will find that no baby starts walking at the same time.  They can start super early or well past a year.  There is so much pressure on something that you just cannot control.  I feel like it is just another reason for mothers to be shamed.  There are so many other pressure points and things to worry about than putting so much emphasis on whether your baby will meet the milestone at the exact point that “they are supposed to”.

I know the milestones are their in case their needs to be early intervention for something that may be wrong.  My point is just that there is too much pressure in some instances where there does not need to be.

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Noah assuming the position to crawl

Anyone else’s babies take their time in developing?

Chronicles of an Exclusive Pumper: Goodbye MOTN Pump

Happy Friday!

Just a small post today just to say I slept through the night last night. Well from 9:00 p.m. to 4:45 a.m. due to early morning thunderstorms! As I’ve stated earlier this week I’m just getting over my second bout of mastitis and now have thrush in my ducts causing severe breast pain. So, I’m trying to close my pumping chapter so I’m dropping pumps and reducing time. I finally said good riddance to that middle of the night pump. It was wonderful. Well except for the morning engorement. I woke up to 17+ ounces. So, here’s to hoping I can close this quickly and smoothly as possible.

I feel a sense of closure and clarity this morning. Maybe it’s just the fact that this is the first time in 9.75 months since I’ve slept through the night! Why didn’t I do this sooner? Just kidding I know why I didn’t.

However, I am trying to safely dry up my supply a bit.  I’m really trying to not get mastitis again.  I’m currently eating peppermint Altoids.  I’ve read about sage and cabbage leaves.  Does anyone else have any suggestions?

I hope that everyone has a fabulous weekend!

Chronicles of an Exclusive Pumper: Rough Waters

I had been pumping for 9 months without any major issues, I mean except for the fact that it’s been exhausting.  In the beginning I was pumping 7-8 times a day for 15-20 minutes a session.  There are many things in my life that I have quit prematurely.  I was bound and determined to make it to the end of my pumping adventure.  Prior to having my babies I literally knew nothing.  I guess I kind of figured by 6 months it would be time to wean.  Wrong!  So, then I didn’t have a date to stop it was just when the time came to wean the babies.  So, the pumping continued.  But then I became absolutely physically exhausted and started getting sick.  I have autoimmune issues (not really classified as anything right now) and the lack of sleep from getting up in the middle of the night to pump and not being able to fall asleep was taking its toll.  I got a large stockpile of formula and then came a fork in the road.  Continue pumping or transition over to all this free formula?  I decided to pump awhile longer.  It is absolutely amazing to me that my small 5 lb babies have turned into 21 lb almost 22 lb infants.  I mean I am it’s not all because of my milk but in my head I know that I helped get them there.

Then came my first round of mastitis.  I don’t think I had ever been so sick in my life.  I know I had never had a fever as high as I got then or at least to my recollection.  I also had a severely clogged duct.  So, then I had to keep going.  From the advice of many people on an exclusively pumping group, I bought some lecthin to help with clogged ducts and the pumping continued.

Then a week and a half ago came the second round of mastitis.  Not as bad as the first.  I caught it early and started antibiotics.  My fever didn’t go over 100.4 this time.

Then on Friday I noticed this deep breast pain.  It traveled from my nipple through my breast tissue up into my armpits.  It didn’t feel sore it felt electric almost.  I tried changing bras, I tried heat and ice packs.  Nothing was helping.  So, you know being an internet expert I googled my symptoms.  It all pointed to trush.  That night I came down with a horrible yeast infection.  SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH INFORMATION.  With almost certainty that I had thrush and having a new tube of Nystatin, I started treatment.  After pumping I applied a solution of vinegar (one cup water to 1 tablespoon of vinegar) and Nystatin And then using olive oil to wash away the Nystatin prior to pumping.  I asked for advice on the pumping group, 5 people confirmed that my symptoms sounded like thrush and they suggested that I also buy a good probiotic to restore what the antibiotics destroyed.  So, I started that Monday.  Yesterday everything still felt bad, my breasts still hurt and my yeast infection had no improvement.  I called my OB/GYN’s office for advice.  I spoke to a nurse and before I could explain what was going on she just told me she would call in an all-purpose nipple cream to the pharmacy.  I told her that I thought the trush was in my ducts because I was having extreme, deep breast tissue pain.  So, she called in a 2 week supply of Diflucan and more Nystatin.  It was disappointing to me that my doctor’s office was so dismissive.  Wouldn’t you want to make sure that was what was going on before putting more chemicals in me?  I tried to go the non-medication route, but it just wasn’t cutting it.  So, that was really disappointing to me.  Since giving birth I have had a couple of issues with my OB, so I think I might be looking into a new one.  I guess postpartum care isn’t of worth their time.  Makes me glad that I was under the care of a maternal fetal specialist for my twins.

But I digress, my point in this blog post is that I did not want to end my journey like this.  My breasts are in more pain than I let on, yet I continue to pump.  I went 9 months with no issues and I wanted to wean slowly, dropping a pump every few days.  I am just disappointed that I have to end on a bad note or at least a memory that my last couple months were really rough.  I am not stopping abruptly.  I plan on continuing to drop pumps slowly because I do NOT want mastitis a third time.  However, I guess due to the trush my supply is tanking.  I used to be three days ahead in the fridge now I am just pumping for the next day.  I am just severely dismayed.  I know that I did good up until this point though and the babies will be 10 months on the 27th, so its about time to cut back and wean anyways.

But this isn’t a poor me post, it’s just exclusively pumping is damn hard.  So, kuddos to all the mommas out there sacrificing your nutrients to feed your babies!

Coincidence or No?

Happy Monday!

I hope that everyone had a wonderful Mother’s Day.  I spent the day taking a step back and letting my husband take over.  It was a nice day.  We got to go to the park and let the bubbies stick their feet in a creek for the first time.  They didn’t know what to make of it.  Now it’s back to reality!

Last night I was cleaning off my dresser (you now putting away the pile of clothes that I threw on top of the dresser instead of actually putting away…oppps) and there I found a little relic.  I bust out laughing when I saw it.  And I realized I cannot believe I haven’t told ya’ll this story yet!  Now if you don’t believe in this kind of thing I am sure you will think I am crazy.

Flash back to October of 2015!

My husband and I were on our kind of honeymoon (I say kind of honeymoon because it was months later and my parents were there).  We went to New Orleans and from there we took a cruise to Mexico.  It was my first time out of the country and we were having a blast.  It was our second excursion day and we were supposed to go to Chichen Itza.  I had ALWAYS wanted to see the ruins and I was beyond excited.  That morning I had laid out the tickets for the excursion and packed my bag to take.  We walked out of our cabin and saw lines.  The boat was delayed for one reason or another.  We probably waited for about an hour to get off the boat.  We were supposed to be going on that excursion with my mother and stepdad.  When we got outside we were supposed to line up with our corresponding excursion leader.  I looked at my husband and I said do you have the tickets.  He said I thought you had them.  I panicked.  We asked to get back on the boat and they told us no.  My mom and stepdad handed us their tickets and said they would figure it out and meet us there.  I felt so bad.  I expected them to just get on the next bus.  To make a long story short they did not make it on the next bus.  I felt like a horrible daughter but they had been insistent about us going.  So, my husband and I boarded the bus for the long ride to Chichen Itza.  I was annoyed at our tour guide for not working with us prior to boarding the bus.  We had paid for the excursion through the ship, they should have just made accommodations so when we got to Chichen Itza we did not stay with the group.  We spent 10 minutes with the group and he basically talked about himself so we disappeared and decided to explore on our own.  We had about 2 hours there so I wanted to make the most of it.

While we were walking around we were stopped by a man with a Mayan calendar.  He said free for you.  I knew there would probably be a catch but I honestly had a fun time bartering in Mexico.  So, he told me the big Mayan calendar was 40 pesos.  I said well that isn’t free.  Then he said that he would throw in a little calendar and a sculpture for free.  So, I said why not.  When he handed us the little sculpture he told me it was a fertility statue.  I told him I didn’t want that one, but he insisted and put it in the bag.  We laughed and took it.  We went along with our tour of Chichen Itza.  It was truly an amazing place to visit.  I am so thankful that my parents had given us their tickets and we got to experience it.

When we got home for our trip I put the little statue on my dresser and didn’t give it much thought.

Fast forward to December of 2015.  I kept telling my husband that I was absolutely exhausted, nauseous and every little smell was bothering me.  I told him I thought I was pregnant.  He thought that I was absolutely nuts.  I bought a pregnancy test and it looked negative but there was a faint line.  I told him I thought it looked funny.  He still told me I wasn’t pregnant and crazy.  When Christmas day rolled around I really didn’t feel right.  I made him go out to Walgreens and buy two more pregnancy tests.  I went abruptly upstairs and took two.  Both clearly and absolutely positive.  I laid the positive pregnancy tests on my dresser and went downstairs in tears and in shock.

Later when it was time to go to bed, I glanced at the tests and realized they were sitting next to the fertility statue.  I laughed.  Could it be?

Flash forward to January 15, 2016.  We had our second ultrasound.  We had the first ultrasound because I was bleeding and we wanted to make sure that the baby was okay.  A few days later I had my regular scheduled ultrasound.  Low and behold there were TWO heartbeats.  We were having twins!

When we got home that day, I looked at my husband and pointed to the statue.  I said that damn statue.

We found out that we were having identical twins.  This comes as a high risk pregnancy due to them sharing a placenta and resources.  So, we were referred to an awesome maternal fetal specialist.  He attributed to the identical twins to my husband having “super sperm”.  I think he is crazy.  It has to be that statue.

So, it is either a giant coincidence or superstition.  I have been told by several people that you cannot just get rid of the statue.  I thought about gifting it to my best friend for her wedding last year, but she is already pregnant and expecting her first baby in September.  I have been told that we either have to wrap it in white and gift it or put it in a stream and let it float downriver to dispose.  So, for now the statue remains.

However, I recently started the minipill.  We will see how good this statue is.  Ha, just kidding.  I am not taunting the statue.  I swear.

Bub Adventures 

It was supposed to rain today so on a whim my bubbies and I went on an adventure yesterday. 

We went to the park to swing…

Is that why swings have double leg holes?

I even got a few smiles…

And then we went on a small walk to check out some new scenery.

They liked the running water. Can’t wait till they can put their little feetsies in!

And got to see my rose bush in full bloom. Hello spring!

For the twin mommas what kinds of activities do you do with your twins?

Fur Babies

One thing that I have found difficult since the arrival of the babies is balancing the relationship of my first babies, my fur babies, with my human babies.  I have two cats one of which is a typical cat who only wants to be touched if she is given food and that of my precious Lola a.k.a. Woo Cat.  Woo cat was used to being number one.  She requires constant affirmation and pets.  She was my sidekick for five years.  When I lived alone my life revolved around her.  And I gladly accepted the title of crazy cat lady.  Then I met my husband and he accepted her as his own. Here we are at Christmas of 2015:

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She is obviously the center of our universe.  I was scared when I found out I was pregnant that her attitude would change.  While I was pregnant nothing really changed but then came the day we brought the babies home.  We left them in their pumpkin seats when we walked trough the door.  I was at the hospital for three days so she was right there at the door greeting us.  She went over and sniffed the babies and obviously didn’t know what to make of them.  Then came the crying.  The cats HATE the crying.  At first she wanted to constantly jump up and try to what seemed to be “helping”.

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This picture is super blurry but here is baby Gabey around a month.  He was crying and Lola came running over and he smiled and stopped.

Then the cries became ear piercing even for me so then and even now she just runs and hides.  However, she seems to be slowly (very slowly) warming up.  I catch her rubbing all over them while they are playing.  Sometimes they try to “pet” her but they don’t understand and they usually get a handful of her.  She doesn’t seem to mind and she has been very tolerant.

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Here is an early picture of Lola and Baby Noah.  One of the first times she laid by one of the babies.

I try to maintain a balance, but lets face it I don’t even have time for myself sometimes.  But while the babies are napping or at night I sincerely try to make sure that I give the cats, specifically Lola some loving.

How do you balance time for your fur babies?

Schedule=Sanity

I have always been a regimented person and when I found out I was having twins I did research and had found that getting on a schedule could be a lifesaver. I knew right then and there that when my the bubs arrived I would want to get them on a schedule.  Of course the early days when sleep is evasive a schedule is a little hard but they were pretty much on one right away.  They were 5 weeks early and at the suggestion of the hospital and our pediatrician the babies should eat every three hours.  That’s what we did for the first two months day and night, 3 hour blocks.  Then around four months they started to drop nighttime feedings.  During the day it was a regimented 3 hour feed/play/sleep schedule.  It was pretty much:

  • 7:00 a.m.-wake up/eat/play/nap
  • 10:00 a.m. wake up/eat/play/nap
  • 1:00 p.m. wake up/eat/play/nap
  • 4:00 p.m. wake up/eat/play/nap
  • 7:00 p.m. wake up/eat/play/nap
  • 10:00 p.m. wake up/bottle and bed time

My life literally revolved around a three-hour loop of wake up, diaper changes, and feeding.  The babies couldn’t stay awake for much more than an hour or hour and a half before they needed a nap and they quickly fell into loving the routine.

At some point around 6 months the schedule changed as the babies were able to stay awake longer.  I broke into a four-hour block routine.  However, the babies were waking up early and we are still fighting the early wake-ups.  The schedule turned into:

  • Around 5:45 they wake up but hang out in their cribs until about 6:20ish then have bottle and play
  • 8:30-10:00 am.. Nap time
  • 10:00 a.m. bottle and play; solids at 11:30 a.m.
  • 12:30-2:00 p.m. nap time
  • 2:00 p.m. bottle and playtime
  • 4:30-5:15 p.m. catnap
  • 5:15 p.m. solids then playtime
  • 6:30 p.m. we start bedtime routine; baths, bottle and storytime
  • 7:15 p.m. in cribs ready for bed

Just last week the catnap at the end of the day turned into a nightmare.  They were crying hysterically when they went down and it was taking them over 20 minutes to fall asleep.  I knew it was time to rearrange.  I decided to follow their lead in order to revamp the schedule.  They are 9.5 months and this is what it has turned into:

  • 5:45ish a.m. wake up, stay in crib until about 6:20 and then bottle and playtime, solids at 7:30 or 7:45
  • 9:00-11:00 a.m. nap time
  • 11:00 a.m. bottle, playtime and solids at 12:30
  • 2:00-4:00(at least try to get that long) p.m. nap time
  • 4:00 wake up, bottle, play time and solids at 5:15
  • 6:30 start bedtime routine of bath, bottle and story time
  • 7:15 in bed and ready for bed

Everyday is not perfect.  There are times when they wake up really early from a nap and bedtime has to be adjusted but they are so regimented that I have found that if they go to bed early to compensate for missed sleep they have early morning or night wakings.  They thrive on the schedule.  And more so than anything it maintains my sanity.  I know what to expect of my day.  I can play outings around the schedule.  The schedule literally equals my sanity.  Some may think it is ridiculous but it is what works for the babies and for me.  I know there will come a time that they will not fit into this box but for now I will gladly accept it.

The one downside to the schedule is that I am so neurotic about it.  People will invite me to a family gathering or a friend will say come and do this or that and I am scared to break the babies schedule.  There have been times when I have broken the schedule and the babies are an absolute shit show.  So, I am going to be working on that and take things in stride.

Another reason why the schedule was so important for me then and now is my pumping schedule.  Having a structure like this has allotted me time to designate a schedule for my pumping.  I am able to squeeze in almost all of my pumps while they are sleeping.  There is one I am trying to drop a 4:30 pump but I am battling mastitis (AGAIN).

Do any of you have a schedule?

Weekend Recap: May 8th

How was my weekend you ask?

Well I will tell you!  Saturdays are always our day to do errands and the dreaded grocery shopping.  I actually don’t mind grocery shopping all that much.  The bubs are usually pretty good, it’s the people in public that make it hard.  I guess now that I have twins I don’t get what the allure is.  They are cute and they are times two but other than that I don’t get people’s fascination?  Are they twins?  My uncles twice removed was a twin.  Blah blah blah.  I know people don’t mean any harm but it makes it hard to get from place A to place B before babies breakdown.  So, it’s like move on people!

Sunday was the first time that my husband and I have been out alone since the first week of January.  I bought tickets to the Lion King months ago. I was excited and nervous for yesterday.  I was excited for the obvious reasons and nervous it was the first time leaving the babies with a babysitter.  Friday and Saturday nights I did not sleep well.  And by not well I mean hardly at all.  I woke up Sunday in a fog but figured I was just sleepy.  But I felt feverish and had been up half the night not getting comfortable because my right breast hurt.  After my shower and realizing my breast still hurt I wanted to jump off a cliff.  After just getting over my first round of mastitis two weeks ago surely it wasn’t back in the opposite side, right?  I moved on with my day.  I got ready.  And by ready I mean for the first time in months I did my hair, put on make-up and picked out heels.  During my pregnancy my feet grew at least a shoe size.  My doctor warned me my feet might not ever go back to normal.  I was crushed.  I am no fashionista.  Anyone that knows me knows that practicality is my concern not fashion.  However, when I became a paralegal I went on a shopping spree for professional clothes and fell in love with buying heels oddly enough.  I have so many cute pairs its ridiculous.  I was crushed at the idea that they may never fit.  Yesterday I tried on my favorite pair and it was a true Cinderella moment.  Viola, they fit! I felt pretty.  And normal.  It was great.

But after feeding the babies and packing up my pump to get ready to leave once the sitter arrived, I realized I really didn’t feel good.  I took my temp, 100.3.  Are you f***ing kidding me I said.  I told my husband and as usual he thought I was being paranoid.  He said I was getting myself worked up and that’s why I had a fever.  Last I checked I didn’t have magical fever powers.  So, I sat there calm for a few minutes and tried again.  Still the same temperature.  Mind you I had taken ibuprofen about an hour before this.  I told him I didn’t care if he thought I was crazy I knew that feeling in my breast and it felt like the beginnings of mastitis.  I had leftover antibiotics from the first bout, the antibiotics that didn’t work so they had to call me in others.  But I remembered the nurse saying it’s always the first course of treatment.  I had 10 days of a 14 day course.  I called the doctor’s exchange and got a call back fairly soon.  Sure enough she told me to start the antibiotics ASAP and maybe I can catch it before it gets bad again.  I just started to sob a little.  My husband urged us to cancel and I said no dammit we don’t ever get to go out, we are going come hell or high water (which is ironic since we just had massive floods in the area).

So, we proceeded out with our day.  Before going to the play we went out to eat and enjoyed a lunch.  Food sure does taste good when you don’t have to make it!  It was a beautiful day and we got to enjoy our lunch on the patio.  It was nice to sit across from my husband and enjoy some time together.  After we ate we proceeded to the play.  As we got to the theater I noticed no one was outside but didn’t think but about it, then we pulled up to the lots to park and they were all full.  I said this is really strange, are we late?  I thought the play started at 2:00 p.m., it was 1:20.  I pulled out the tickets.  Sure as shit the play started at 1:00.  I had put on the calendar months ago it was at 2:00 and we never checked.  We raced to find parking, there was none.  My husband dropped me off and finally found parking.  When he got to me I looked at him and it hit me he didn’t have any cash on him.  I had the cash.  Luckily, the parking lot owner told my husband to come find him after the play and to pay him afterwards.  We raced into the play, 30 minutes late and made it to our seats.  We had missed my absolute favorite part, the Circle of Life song.  I was absolutely devastated.  My husband had never seen it before, I had seen it twice already.  I felt so bad.  But he was so sweet and kept telling me everything happens for a reason and not to worry.  We enjoyed the rest of the show and they put on a great performance.  This was the only picture I got of us all dressed up.  I was hoping for a better picture but given the circumstances I am lucky I got any!

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One of the best things about seeing a play here is the theater.  I absolutely love the Fox Theater.  It is just stunning in my opinion.  Our seats were so high up you can get the whole view 🙂

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Is it sad that one of my thoughts that ran through my head was, well if the play is earlier at least we will get home sooner?  Upon arriving home, the babies had survived.  Our sitter was absolutely wonderful.  Seeing the smile on the boys face when we walked in was priceless.  I was happy to enjoy time with my husband, alone, but I was also glad to see my babies when we came home.  It was absolutely wonderful to get out of the house and feel somewhat “normal” again.  We have another outing in the beginning of June.  My husband won tickets on the radio to Metallica.  Not my favorite but at least we get to get out again.  If mastitis hits then I give up on breastfeeding.

After we got home, we decided to go get some ice cream.  So, we get there and while waiting in line Noah spit up all over me. Luckily I had a towel in the car.  Normally, at this point I would throw in the figurative towel and be done with the day.  But I truly decided yesterday to brush off all the negative.  Maybe yesterday everything really did happen for a reason.  It is obvious we were not meant to be at the play on time yesterday.  Who knows, could we have gotten into an accident on the way?  Mugged? Who knows.  We got an afternoon together and got to see the majority of an awesome production.  And got to come home to two awesome babies?  Who could ask for more.

Did anyone have any big plans?

I hope everyone starts the week off right!

Friday Feels: May 5th

Well lovely people, we made it to Friday.  We all know I love Fridays, but I am even more excited that for the first time in days the sun is shining.  My husband and I have been cooped up in the house due to flooding in our area.  We are safe and we put in a sump pump this winter (thank God!) so luckily we are dry.  I feel for the many effected by the floods in my area though.  Overall, it has been a pretty great week despite being bound to or around the house I have enjoyed the extra hands and time with my husband and babies.  Here are some of my feelings this Friday:

  1. Even though I said we have been cooped up we were able to head South (everything North was impassable) and we went out to eat.  If you have read any of my previous blog you know that I have immense anxiety about going out with the babies.  I have outlined that I am always terrified that the babies will make a scene in public.  I think this bothers me because before having my babies I wasn’t a fan of kids.  I didn’t want to go to a restaurant and listen to a baby cry.  Now I understand and empathize with other parents but I still understand the other side.  Well on Wednesday we decided we were going to go for it and went to Cracker Barrel to enjoy some breakfast for dinner.  And you know what?  It was a success.  The babies were AWESOME.  You would never even know they were there, they didn’t make any sounds except yummy sounds when they tried their first biscuit and french fries.  I was so proud of them.

    Out to eat
    Here they are playing like big boys in thei big boy high chairs.
  2. I have found that there is nothing better than baby cuddles.  Over the last couple weeks I have found that the babies are cuddly for the first time since they were itty bitty babies.  There truly isn’t a better feeling than picking up one of the bubs and them just grabbing you and putting their head on your chest.  I want to soak up every second of this because I know that it won’t last forever.  I know that sometimes I focus on the craziness and the stress but I also want to emphasize that  I do focus on the good.  In the early days it was hard for me to cherish these moments because it was hard to cuddle one while the other baby laid there and cried.  That broke my heart.  Now I know that it is okay to love on them both while it may not be at the same moment, they will survive.

    Me and No.jpg
    Please excuse the fact that I look like a mess, it’s the morning and my coffee hadn’t kicked in yet.
  3.  My husband works in the HVAC industry, which means God-willing he will be very busy this summer.  Now that we are down to one income when work is slow our wallets take a big hit BUT I really, really enjoy his random days off.  And I soak up all the good that I can get out of it.  So, this week has been really lovely spending time with him when he would normally be at work.  The bills will get paid one way or another but the babies will only be this age once so I love that he can see them as they are learning so quickly.
  4. Lastly, my hubby and I haven’t been out since the first week of January.  Sunday we have a babysitter ready to go and we get to go and see The Lion King play.  Confession:  this is my third time seeing it but I am still so flipping excited that I cannot hold it in.  It will be nice to have some us time as we have been lacking in the department for quite some time now.  We may even be able to get an early dinner in before the show.  Living on the edge 🙂

Hopefully everyone out there can enjoy some sun today like I will be.  Have a fabulous weekend.

Does anyone else have any big weekend plans?

 

 

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