Friday, February 29, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Evan My Heaven
That's what I call him. Don't know why, just do. He is just so great. Takes in everything with those big eyes. Doesn't even want to go to sleep because he might miss something.
Last week we found out that he will need open heart surgery in April or May. His little heart isn't getting any better. The hole in it is not getting smaller like we had hoped. Too much blood is escaping into the wrong part of the heart, causing it to expand. We are giving him medicine until then and he seems to be doing well on them. He already gained 8 ozs in 5 days. He is eating a little better.
We were very upset, of course, but we realize that if the surgery makes him better than we can get through this. I thought moving to Georgia for awhile would be fun, but I guess it will probably be a stress mess. I will keep y'all updated!
See next blog for comic relief!!
Last week we found out that he will need open heart surgery in April or May. His little heart isn't getting any better. The hole in it is not getting smaller like we had hoped. Too much blood is escaping into the wrong part of the heart, causing it to expand. We are giving him medicine until then and he seems to be doing well on them. He already gained 8 ozs in 5 days. He is eating a little better.
We were very upset, of course, but we realize that if the surgery makes him better than we can get through this. I thought moving to Georgia for awhile would be fun, but I guess it will probably be a stress mess. I will keep y'all updated!
See next blog for comic relief!!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Bitchin About Bibs
I have to bitch about how stupid these bib makers are! Yeah, you, Carters, Gerber, and others.
I have about 25 bibs. You might think, "Gee, that is a lot of bibs." Amazingly enough, I need them all. I'm sure you can picture all of the spit-up action up in this hizzouse. I bought a few, some came with outfits, many as gifts.
First of all, what is with the awful old school velcro still used on most bibs? It's worse than sandpaper. The rough piece is like little short pins. This stuff can most certainly cause a baby's head to bleed. A patch of road rash on a baby just to feed them? It hasn't happened yet to Evan or Amelia, but a chunk of Evan's red hair was caught in it! I only noticed when I went to wash it. And getting the bib unvelcroed? You need to use two hands and the velcro is released with such force, your hand hits them in the back of their head causing whiplash. Old school velcro should be banned! You'd think only generic bibs had this. Nope. Carters is still guilty of old school velcro.
I say it should be banned because there is an alternative now. The new velcro consists of the soft side and the other side is a piece of plastic with ridges in it. It still grips the same. But why then would the velcro latch be located on the bib where a baby's ear would be? This is the newest trend in bibs. It is very hard to get these around a head. It's like swinging a padlock around their neck. And because the velcro is by the ear, what do you think happens when you unvelcro it after your baby has peacefully dosed off finally? They friggin' wake up! You almost had it right, Gerber. Why, Gerber, why?!
And snaps? I can't even snap a onesie on a thrashing newborn. How am I supposed to snap a bib in the back of a moving head? You can only get them off if you have strong finger nails. This is a popular style bib that comes with outfit gift sets. Stupid, stupid bibs.
You may think after this blog that I have nothing else in my life than to blog about bibs. Really, I just like to bitch. And be funny while bitching. I look forward to it!
I have about 25 bibs. You might think, "Gee, that is a lot of bibs." Amazingly enough, I need them all. I'm sure you can picture all of the spit-up action up in this hizzouse. I bought a few, some came with outfits, many as gifts.
First of all, what is with the awful old school velcro still used on most bibs? It's worse than sandpaper. The rough piece is like little short pins. This stuff can most certainly cause a baby's head to bleed. A patch of road rash on a baby just to feed them? It hasn't happened yet to Evan or Amelia, but a chunk of Evan's red hair was caught in it! I only noticed when I went to wash it. And getting the bib unvelcroed? You need to use two hands and the velcro is released with such force, your hand hits them in the back of their head causing whiplash. Old school velcro should be banned! You'd think only generic bibs had this. Nope. Carters is still guilty of old school velcro.
I say it should be banned because there is an alternative now. The new velcro consists of the soft side and the other side is a piece of plastic with ridges in it. It still grips the same. But why then would the velcro latch be located on the bib where a baby's ear would be? This is the newest trend in bibs. It is very hard to get these around a head. It's like swinging a padlock around their neck. And because the velcro is by the ear, what do you think happens when you unvelcro it after your baby has peacefully dosed off finally? They friggin' wake up! You almost had it right, Gerber. Why, Gerber, why?!
And snaps? I can't even snap a onesie on a thrashing newborn. How am I supposed to snap a bib in the back of a moving head? You can only get them off if you have strong finger nails. This is a popular style bib that comes with outfit gift sets. Stupid, stupid bibs.
You may think after this blog that I have nothing else in my life than to blog about bibs. Really, I just like to bitch. And be funny while bitching. I look forward to it!
Friday, February 22, 2008
Our new hats!
Thank you Miss Lauren for our new hats. You are so talented. The supreme knitter. Awesome. Goo goo ga.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
4 hours with twins
I got about 4 hours of sleep last night- not all at once. I thought that sharing my morning would be an insight to what it is like to have twins.
Evan woke up at 6am for some more of his favorite food, but Amelia can smell the idea that I am going to feed him and wants some too. She should be going longer without food because she eats more, but she isn't getting that concept. Unfortunately, I can't feed both at the same time (yet) so I put Evan in his vibrating chair, grab Amelia, and get her into the swing so I can pick up Evan again. She is angry. She screams at the top of her lungs for every reason, not just wanting food. She has two volumes: silent and bloodcurdling. With Evan in my arms, I turn on the swing and keep attempting to stick the pacifier in her mouth. It doesn't work for the first 12 or so times. I sit down with Evan and feed him. He is a slow eater and Amelia can't handle it. She starts crying while her swing is swinging away. She is so angry she stiffens her legs in a rythmic pattern until she has pushed herself out of the safety harness and up the back of the swing. For safety reasons, obviously, I have to set Evan down in his Boppy pillow. Before I burp him. I rescue Amelia and strap her back in. Back to Evan. Oops, he puked up all of his milk. Now he has no nutrition again, which he needs so desparately. Mom tries not to cry! I calm him down and sit him in his vibrating chair to relax so he can eat again soon. His heart will not allow him to eat again right away. I grab Amelia, change her and begin feeding her. She only gets down a little and falls asleep. All that for only a little food! I get her into the swing (I use it as a temporary baby holder) to finish Evan. Thank god, he eats another ounce. Something is better than nothing. I burp him, which takes forever. I change him and rock him to calm him down. He finally falls asleep in my arms. Do I get a break? No, somehow an hour has passed and Amelia wants food again. I have to wash bottles first. She doesn't like this and is angry again. OK, I'm ready and I feed her. This time she eats the right amount and when she is done she looks right into my eyes and smiles the biggest smile I've ever seen her smile. Her stomach starts to hurt, so we walk around the house and check email. Somehow an hour has passed and now Evan is ready to eat again. I put Amelia down, who was asleep but knows when you are putting her down. So she is awake and unhappy again. In the swing she goes and she manages to fall asleep in there. I feed Evan again and am happy because he eats well this time. He finishes his bottle and gives me the biggest smile I have ever seen him smile. Life is good, I say. Smiles make it better. I transfer both to their crib and crawl into bed for a nap. After some fussing, we all fall asleep. Then the cat wakes me up crying at the door to get in. You've got to be kidding me! I put the cat in the back room, shut the door, and go to crawl back into bed. But they are both wide awake. It's awake time. I missed my opportunity for a nap today. When is daddy coming home? It's only 10:30?!!
Evan woke up at 6am for some more of his favorite food, but Amelia can smell the idea that I am going to feed him and wants some too. She should be going longer without food because she eats more, but she isn't getting that concept. Unfortunately, I can't feed both at the same time (yet) so I put Evan in his vibrating chair, grab Amelia, and get her into the swing so I can pick up Evan again. She is angry. She screams at the top of her lungs for every reason, not just wanting food. She has two volumes: silent and bloodcurdling. With Evan in my arms, I turn on the swing and keep attempting to stick the pacifier in her mouth. It doesn't work for the first 12 or so times. I sit down with Evan and feed him. He is a slow eater and Amelia can't handle it. She starts crying while her swing is swinging away. She is so angry she stiffens her legs in a rythmic pattern until she has pushed herself out of the safety harness and up the back of the swing. For safety reasons, obviously, I have to set Evan down in his Boppy pillow. Before I burp him. I rescue Amelia and strap her back in. Back to Evan. Oops, he puked up all of his milk. Now he has no nutrition again, which he needs so desparately. Mom tries not to cry! I calm him down and sit him in his vibrating chair to relax so he can eat again soon. His heart will not allow him to eat again right away. I grab Amelia, change her and begin feeding her. She only gets down a little and falls asleep. All that for only a little food! I get her into the swing (I use it as a temporary baby holder) to finish Evan. Thank god, he eats another ounce. Something is better than nothing. I burp him, which takes forever. I change him and rock him to calm him down. He finally falls asleep in my arms. Do I get a break? No, somehow an hour has passed and Amelia wants food again. I have to wash bottles first. She doesn't like this and is angry again. OK, I'm ready and I feed her. This time she eats the right amount and when she is done she looks right into my eyes and smiles the biggest smile I've ever seen her smile. Her stomach starts to hurt, so we walk around the house and check email. Somehow an hour has passed and now Evan is ready to eat again. I put Amelia down, who was asleep but knows when you are putting her down. So she is awake and unhappy again. In the swing she goes and she manages to fall asleep in there. I feed Evan again and am happy because he eats well this time. He finishes his bottle and gives me the biggest smile I have ever seen him smile. Life is good, I say. Smiles make it better. I transfer both to their crib and crawl into bed for a nap. After some fussing, we all fall asleep. Then the cat wakes me up crying at the door to get in. You've got to be kidding me! I put the cat in the back room, shut the door, and go to crawl back into bed. But they are both wide awake. It's awake time. I missed my opportunity for a nap today. When is daddy coming home? It's only 10:30?!!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Look what I can do!
Pic taken at only 3.5 weeks. She really likes food, can you tell? She is so strong.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
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