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happy two months, baby boy

{a few weeks late}

One thing I’ll always remember about this time in your life is how many incidents we had changing your diaper.  You went through a phase where almost every single time we opened your diaper, you would spray us.  You even got your sister in the face a couple of times!  This went on for about a week, and no matter how good mama and daddy thought they were getting at preventing it, you would still find a way, ha!

- from Mama’s letter to you

Weight – 7 lbs 5 ounces
Eating – nursing exclusively!
Sleeping– Naps have been a little hard for you lately.  You will be so tired, but you just don’t want to be laid down to go to sleep!  If we can get your paci to stay in your mouth, you’re usually fine, but it’s kind of tricky.  During the night, you usually will go a four hour stretch without eating, and the rest 3 hour stretches.  That’s all we let you do right now because we’re trying to get you to gain weight still, but the other night we accidentally slept through the alarm and you went 5 hours!
Clothes – I’ve started dressing you everyday now, and you are so cute in all your little clothes.  The Gap up to 7lbs size fits you pretty well, but it’s starting to be too short!  I think we’ll probably start wearing 0-3 month stuff in the next couple of weeks.
Diaper – Still wearing newborn Bum Genius, and they’re still a little loose around your legs…but otherwise they fit you really well.
Favorite activities –laying on your activity mat, laying on mama or daddy’s chest, eating, baths just as of the last week (before that you hated them)
Least favorite activities – laying down for naps, getting lotion rubbed on you
Big moments in your second month of life – you almost rolled over!!, focused your eyes and followed an object, met your grandpa Hal for the first time, started holding your head up much better, stayed home without mama and daddy for the first time

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the story of lincoln and vivian’s arrival. part 1.

I’m not sure where to even begin in writing the story of Lincoln and Vivian’s birth.  It will most likely not be eloquent or orderly, rather it’ll be a compilation of everything I can remember from the most intense few weeks of my life.

Most everyone knows how long Jon and I waited for a baby and everything we went through to get pregnant.  It was such a long journey, and when we finally got pregnant, I thought the crazy part was over.  I expected to have an uneventful pregnancy and the birth I had always imagined, coming out with a perfect little baby in the end.  When we found out we were having twins, those expectations didn’t really change.  Despite the predictions of so many about preterm labor, I truly believed I’d carry the twins until they were full term.  At one point, maybe around week 25 or so, my doctor mentioned that he would want to induce me at 37 weeks if I hadn’t gone into labor by then.  Fully believing that these babies would stay inside me even longer than that I immediately began worrying about the idea of induction and researching the validity of such an idea, so that I could intelligently convince him otherwise.

As I expected, I did have a rather uneventful pregnancy.  Aside from a short scare about possibly having gestational diabetes (which I didn’t), every check-up went smoothly and every ultrasound was like a dream.  Until I was 30 weeks along.

It was May 23rd,  the last day of school for my students, and I was giving final exams and hugs all day.  School was buzzing with the excitement of summer, and knowing I wasn’t coming back I was saying extra goodbyes, accompanied by a few tears, and finishing packing up my classroom.  It was a crazy, busy, exciting and emotional day.

A couple of weeks before, my doctor had told me to schedule an ultrasound for the 23rd.  He wanted it done that week and the only day ultrasounds are done in his office is Wednesday, so there was no alternative.  Knowing it was my last day of school, I was stressed out because I didn’t want to miss saying bye to my kids.  After finding out it would be possible to move it to the next week, I debated forever about whether to do that or not.  Eventually (and with the input from Jon and my mom) I decided that seeing my babies was more important than being there for the end of my 2nd hour testing period, and I could just say goodbye to those students that morning before leaving.

So, that morning, I left school in a rush and headed to the hospital, suddenly so happy that I had kept my appointment and wondering how I could have even considered postponing it.  Jon met me there and we got to see our babies and ooh and aah over how perfect they were.  It was an epically smooth appointment just like all the others.  As part of the ultrasound, the tech was supposed to measure my cervix at the end.  After doing so, she told us that Dr. K wanted to check the measurements before we left, which had never been the procedure before.  So we waited.

About 10 minutes later, Dr. K’s nurse, Trish, walked in.  The moment I saw her face I knew something was not right.  She told us that the measurements showed that my cervix had shortened considerably and that I was to go home immediately, get into bed and not get out until the next morning at which point they wanted me to come back so Dr. K could check me himself.  I just sat there, dazed, for a few seconds.  At first I was just trying to process what she had just said.  Next, the fear hit.  How bad off was I?  Were the twins in danger of coming soon?  And last, all the crucial things I still needed to do to wrap things up at school flitted through my brain – finish giving final exams, grade final exams, pack up my files and such from my classroom, input and finalize grades etc.

After a few seconds of just staring at her, I explained that it was my last day of my job and that I really needed to go back.  With some persuasion on my part, she agreed that I could go back as long as I promised to stay glued to a chair and not get up and go home as soon as possible.  So that’s what I did.  Thus began my 2 weeks and 4 days of at-home bedrest.

To be continued…

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twin lesson #1

Twin lesson learned today:  do not place babies on changing table together if baby boy is laying south of baby girl.  Must look into getting one of these.

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august 3

This past Friday was my due date.  As in the predicted day that we would meet these two

Instead we celebrated 6.5 weeks of having Linc and Viv in our lives.  And we have so much to celebrate.

The way the whole having the babies thing went down was nothing like I would have planned it.  I never would have wished to be on bedrest for weeks or for our precious babies to spend 17 days in the NICU, but alas, God always has a plan.  And while those weeks were the most challenging of my life, they made us all stronger.  They made us appreciate everything even more.

Even though I wouldn’t have planned it that way, I feel pretty darn lucky that we got an extra 6 weeks to get to know the coolest babies on the block.   I hate to brag, but we got to experience 6 weeks more life with them than most people do, which is pretty awesome.

Happy due date Linc and Viv!

Daddy and mama love you.

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never been more in love…

more details to come…

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