Last night I saw every hour between midnight and now (it's 3pm). On the one hand, sleep deprivation makes me very tired and grouchy. On the other hand, I have seen first hand and now fully understand the importance of having the twins on the same feeding schedule.
Being the mother of twins is so cool. Taking them out in public makes all of the at-home craziness worth it. I took them in to Will's school this morning and you'd have thought I had the Baby Jesus in the stroller. People flocked to the babies, took pictures, stared (in a nice way), congratulated me, told me that I looked fabulous. (It's still all about me which is awesome - a pox on all of you nay sayers who said having a daughter would take away my princess status). The trip totally gave me the boost I needed to stay awake another 12 hours.... as did the Chick Fillet sweet tea.
I'd like to add that iTunes suck and that I can't figure out how to burn a cd. The program crashes continually. However, the nanny just arrived home with a giant bag of M&M's so I think it's time for a break.
TTFN
Friday, June 6, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
No Clever Title Ideas
I never know if I'm spelling "cleaver" or "clever" when I'm writing "clever" so I have to write it both ways to make sure I've picked the right spelling. Don't want to mess that up on this since this is one of the top read blogs by the Pregnant Posse and the Obama Campaign.
Most people tell me that they've either a) always wished they were a twin or b) always wished they had given birth to twins. It's interesting because I've never had anyone tell me that they wish they could have 2 or 3 hours of sleep every night for four weeks straight. And I've also never heard anyone say that they wish they could have shared a Rubbermaid crate with another baby when they too were an infant. The idea of twins is quite romanticized. I give John and Kate Plus Eight a lot of credit from removing those rose-colored multiples glasses from my eyes.
Not that having twins isn't the best thing ever. It totally is. But it's also the hardest thing ever. Not just for the sleep deprivation but also because I find that I have a lot less free time than ever before. However, the cool thing is that I've also gained the grace to deal with it. God is great that way.
So yeah, we have the babies sleeping in a Rubbermaid container. I know it sounds crazy and also cheap and maybe a little irresponsible but I assure you, it really isn't. They slept in plastic containers in the NICU. The containers were called something fancy but let's be real here - they were plastic containers. We priced Moses baskets at Babies R Us the day Patagie came home. $120 on sale. TONS o' MONEY for a basket that you can also buy at Michael's for $10.99 (cheaper if you have the 40% off coupon).
So, by 11pm April 28th (the day our precious baby girl was released from the hospital) John (did I mention that he's a very crafty genius) had made her a Moses basket all by himself out of a true basket that we had been storing diapers in. It's a lovely basket - very soft and sturdy and large.
Unfortunately we had only one. So John bought two identical Rubbermaid containers from Target the next day. He made a mattress out of firm foam. We dropped the mattress into a waterproof pillow cover and then dropped that into a pillow case. Perfection. Our boy settled into that bed nicely. We're waiting until Miss Patagie outgrows her basket and then the plan is to put her into her own Rubbermaid. But for now the cool thing is that during our waking hours, they can sometimes share Pootie's container. It's adorable and what a commercial for Rubbermaid. Anyone know them? We'll be spokespersons.
The babies are growing really fast. Pootie is big now, probably at 8 or 9 lbs and Patagie is between 7 and 8. Pootie has a head the size of a cantaloupe. It's gargantuan. Patagie has Disney-Princess-sized eyes. They're enormous and blue and lovely. We're so blessed.
And can I just say that I love going out in public with them. I love all the attention they (and I) get. I hear a lot of "Ohhhhh are they twins." It's fun.
One last thing that is too funny not to mention. The other day John said to me, "I'm so tired of people asking me if twins run in our family. The next time someone asks me that I'm going to say, 'No they don't. We just had sex twice that night.'"
Most people tell me that they've either a) always wished they were a twin or b) always wished they had given birth to twins. It's interesting because I've never had anyone tell me that they wish they could have 2 or 3 hours of sleep every night for four weeks straight. And I've also never heard anyone say that they wish they could have shared a Rubbermaid crate with another baby when they too were an infant. The idea of twins is quite romanticized. I give John and Kate Plus Eight a lot of credit from removing those rose-colored multiples glasses from my eyes.
Not that having twins isn't the best thing ever. It totally is. But it's also the hardest thing ever. Not just for the sleep deprivation but also because I find that I have a lot less free time than ever before. However, the cool thing is that I've also gained the grace to deal with it. God is great that way.
So yeah, we have the babies sleeping in a Rubbermaid container. I know it sounds crazy and also cheap and maybe a little irresponsible but I assure you, it really isn't. They slept in plastic containers in the NICU. The containers were called something fancy but let's be real here - they were plastic containers. We priced Moses baskets at Babies R Us the day Patagie came home. $120 on sale. TONS o' MONEY for a basket that you can also buy at Michael's for $10.99 (cheaper if you have the 40% off coupon).
So, by 11pm April 28th (the day our precious baby girl was released from the hospital) John (did I mention that he's a very crafty genius) had made her a Moses basket all by himself out of a true basket that we had been storing diapers in. It's a lovely basket - very soft and sturdy and large.
Unfortunately we had only one. So John bought two identical Rubbermaid containers from Target the next day. He made a mattress out of firm foam. We dropped the mattress into a waterproof pillow cover and then dropped that into a pillow case. Perfection. Our boy settled into that bed nicely. We're waiting until Miss Patagie outgrows her basket and then the plan is to put her into her own Rubbermaid. But for now the cool thing is that during our waking hours, they can sometimes share Pootie's container. It's adorable and what a commercial for Rubbermaid. Anyone know them? We'll be spokespersons.
The babies are growing really fast. Pootie is big now, probably at 8 or 9 lbs and Patagie is between 7 and 8. Pootie has a head the size of a cantaloupe. It's gargantuan. Patagie has Disney-Princess-sized eyes. They're enormous and blue and lovely. We're so blessed.
And can I just say that I love going out in public with them. I love all the attention they (and I) get. I hear a lot of "Ohhhhh are they twins." It's fun.
One last thing that is too funny not to mention. The other day John said to me, "I'm so tired of people asking me if twins run in our family. The next time someone asks me that I'm going to say, 'No they don't. We just had sex twice that night.'"
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
6 1/2 weeks later...
Yeah, well the babies came early and wouldn't you know it - we've been just swamped with things to do. Go figure. We were totally unprepared. I started writing a bit about their birth while I was in the hospital because I knew I'd rarely get the chance once I came home. I hope to upload what I wrote when I find it - but who knows when that will be.
To sum up. My water broke at 4am on Saturday, April 19th. I yelled. John shot out of bed, grabbed the phone and hauled me out of the house faster than you can say, "The twins are on the way." I got the epidural - blessed thing that epidural. I'm a huge, huge fan now. Got an IV too - not a fan. Wish they had an epidural for the IV. Babies were born 15 minutes apart around 9am - my memory is fuzzy b/c of the multiple multiples late-night feedings. Pootie-Poot (the boy, who looks just like Vladimir Putin) weighed in at 5.7 and Patagie (the girl) weighed in at 4.1.
They are the smallest little babies I've ever set eyes on. Both spent time in the NICU - 10 days for the girl and 11 for the boy. Now they're home with us and doing quite well. Pootie-Poot is throwing a fit right now as I type... I'm hoping he runs his own battery down and falls asleep but the longer it goes on the more doubtful I become.
It's very odd to read my last entry and know that mere days later the babies were born. The pregnancy was very surreal, not at all like my first. The experience was amazing and I'd do it again in a heartbeat, of course. And I think, once I refund my sleep debt, I'll be ready to try for triplets.... :)
To sum up. My water broke at 4am on Saturday, April 19th. I yelled. John shot out of bed, grabbed the phone and hauled me out of the house faster than you can say, "The twins are on the way." I got the epidural - blessed thing that epidural. I'm a huge, huge fan now. Got an IV too - not a fan. Wish they had an epidural for the IV. Babies were born 15 minutes apart around 9am - my memory is fuzzy b/c of the multiple multiples late-night feedings. Pootie-Poot (the boy, who looks just like Vladimir Putin) weighed in at 5.7 and Patagie (the girl) weighed in at 4.1.
They are the smallest little babies I've ever set eyes on. Both spent time in the NICU - 10 days for the girl and 11 for the boy. Now they're home with us and doing quite well. Pootie-Poot is throwing a fit right now as I type... I'm hoping he runs his own battery down and falls asleep but the longer it goes on the more doubtful I become.
It's very odd to read my last entry and know that mere days later the babies were born. The pregnancy was very surreal, not at all like my first. The experience was amazing and I'd do it again in a heartbeat, of course. And I think, once I refund my sleep debt, I'll be ready to try for triplets.... :)
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